And plumb the badlands as a child Where the dust devils dance And the dreams of the ivy wild In places you grow up The tumbling ground is Rome And there is no domestic heart So what have we become? Just pedestrian There is no domestic heart And the will to love is hidden within us And we reckon with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And you are the wilderness And I fall fast drawn to the rise of your vast expanse And I feel so underdressed So civilized and small by the powers that you possess In places you grow up The tumbling ground is Rome And there is no domestic heart So what have we become? Just pedestrian There is no domestic heart And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it And the will to love is hidden within us And we wrestle with it, and we wrestle with it