When your love caught hold of me
I was drinking Guinness on my own
Fastest pint I ever drank
I swung onto the street believing
My news would go to print by morning
It was an acorn of a song
It was a toy song for grown-ups
A paper song that stood up in the lamplight
Both of us sang harmonies we didn't understand
To every course that we might sail
The morning's quiet passed before the morning sun
When your love caught hold of me
I dropped what I was holding
Or fell off my chair, one or the other
I think we stand to gain by being lovers
Or others stand to gain from it
One or the other, maybe both
To every course that we might sail
The morning's quiet passed before the morning sun
Passed along the morning shore