[Lyric] Traveling Song (Fear Not Ourselves Alone)

I'm coming coming coming coming to your house and we're going going going going places that I don't even know. Like the tropics, like Anacortes, like Philadelphia and its beaches

I felt my size in your glow. Buried in the snow, your flames wouldn't grow. I recall the fire, the lack of dawn, the one-sided warmth when you wanted more

You wanted the tropics to forget all about it, but I have claimed the tropics to sing songs about it

And they will be sung to the melody of:

"You'll be in the air
You'll bear fruit
Your barе feet
Your bare arms in the heat
You'll bе able to feel your might."