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 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
Yoo-hoo
Yoo-hoo
Yoo-hoo
Yoo-hoo
Yoo-hoo
Dressed in wine-stained silk
Hanging your 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
