Those looks have closed me in your palm
sent me dreaming softly between
but I wont stay where I dream for long
through your rising in the morning
and when you're sailing 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 (x3)
yoo-hoo (x3)
finish me
dressed in wet-strained silk
hanging your eyes widened too
somewhere above the windows reach steps of the middle room(?)
we can write back home
we can write back home
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh oooooooh whoo hoo