They had been walking for so long, that they had forgotten where they were going. He held ice in his hands- she held water in hers; and if he hadn't laughed, she would have written him off as a mute, but he said to her: "It will be so wonderful when we return home"
My sister, you are selfless, you never scrimp on the candles. You want to know the language I speak, but it belongs to me alone. But we need so few words, and winter will be almost behind us. You know, it will be so wonderful when we retuen home.
I soared on wings of silver, Oh I had an eye for the sublime! and on the other side of the glass I looked for the things we don't have here. My body craved love, and became my prison; Everything will remain absiolutely unchanged, I only know that I am coming home.
It's worth listening to the versions on Prayer and Fasting and Full Moon, for significant lyrical variations.