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 then you re settling round the evening and when you come back home when you come back home i won t ever let go i have t before yoo hoo yoo hoo yoo hoo yoo hoo yoo hoo yoo hoo dressed in wine stained silk hanging you re eyes widened too somewhere above the window s reach steps soft in a little room we can glide back home we can glide back home