Testo 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?