Second Sun
this old faded house just grew
one room too small
soon we’ll have to learn how to make do
with the cradle in our arms
now it’s light when we wake
traffic shakes the window frame
and I want to wipe the smile
off the old clock face
now it’s light when we wake
traffic shakes the window frame
and I want to wipe the smile
off the old clock face
‘cos this old faded house just grew
one room too small
soon we’ll have to learn how to make do
with the cradle in our arms
now it’s light when we wake
broken sleep bellyaches
and jackdaws in the chimney
well they can stay
now it’s light when we wake
count the days and weigh each name
and stretch the tape on flickbook Saturdays
‘cos this old faded house just grew
one room too small
soon we’ll have to learn how to make do
with the cradle of our arms