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