Ora

I was adrift and

Caught in the ropes

Under a pinhole sky

Blowing off course

Bleach me to silver

Under the moon

Pulling the water round

And me to you

I'm going home

I'm going home

Won't you come with me?

Won't you come with me?

You'll be the boat and

I'll be the sea

Won't you come with me?

Won't you come with me?