The night tumbles on us
With gentle pause
The cars and the chaos
And muted purr
The couch and the kettle
A call to arms
Your arms to be exact
They bring me home
I sit still
I hold my tongue
Just use your voice
And heaney's words
Dig your way through to my heart
Plant your flag and set up camp
I've shut my eyes
I've closed the blinds
Turn the phones and nightlights off
Just you and me and naturalists
Held with tender hands and mouth
The storm's on the island
Are just whispers now
I melt with the warm words
And your coffee tones
The dark twisted creatures
Can't find us here
Your hand on my forehead
Is the softest vice
I sit still
I hold my tongue
Just use your voice
And heaney's words
Dig your way through to my heart
Plant your flag and set up camp
I've shut my eyes
I've closed the blinds
Turn the phones and nightlights off
Just you and me and naturalists
Held with tender hands and mouth