There is a place between your shoulder and chest
Which I would rather not leave
And when you let the drippings of the thing
Fall around me I am just
Awake and afraid, and screaming your name
Fuck, if your one sliced hand is not the keeper of the back of my neck
I came alive this morning, with the pit in my stomach because I
Rolled to the other side, if I missed you in the night I guess I'm

Going to Minnesota, huh?
I guess I'm going to Minnesota, huh?

Keeping your mouth real dry
So that my words will not dissolve on your tongue, but
I don't need to talk by some disgusting accident of communion
Fuck my feet, I'm trying to cross the stream but they keep

Going to Minnesota, huh?
I guess I'm going to Minnesota, huh?

I'm sneaking up without my manners
Scripture sink my teeth into the book
Where you keep your secrets about me
Kissing to trick you into
Easing your grip, so I can steal that shit and take it

Home from Minnesota with me
I guess I'm going to Minnesota, huh?