Those looks have closed me in your palm
sent me dreaming softly between
but I won't stay where I dream for long
through your rising in the morning
and when you're settling round the evening
And when you come back home
when you come back home
I won't ever let go, I haven't before
yoo-hoo (x6)
dressed in wine stained silk
hanging your eyes wide into
somewhere above the windows reach steps (???)
we can write back home
we can write back home