Wife gets fucked in bedroom.

Before you hear it, the clay pots smashing

The waters flooding through all of our ******** parts

Like a cold shower in the morning

Why are we here? 'Cause we know that there's more to it than dust

To something larger, there's something skybound

So come with me now to the limbs of this tree

Higher, higher still

Driven by the knowing that there's more to it than dust

Come on and pull us through the canopy

Like the sunset and the darkest clouds

You're so close to home