Halfway Home

In the Half Light

Of a world burnt by your appetite

For slow fires

And half-remembered anthracite

Call me when you’re halfway home

Tell me when your world turns back again

You don’t wanna let this go

Are we standing on our own again?

Is there a light left on?

Make nice

With a conscience blurred by its own spite

Hold tight

To the words spoke out of lonely nights

Call me when your faith runs low

Tell me when you come undone again

If you don’t wanna let this go

Why you standing on your own again?

Is there a light left on?

Say Good Night

To all those misremembered highs, cos

Damp eyes

Could clear to see the sunrise

I know that you’re on your knees

I know that you’ve come undone again

But there’s a view that you can’t see

If you can open up your heart again

There’ll be a light left on

There’s dry land

And safe hands

Hold tight

And fuel for a fire will re-ignite

Call me when you’re halfway home

Tell me when your world turns back again

You don’t wanna let this go

Are we standing on our own again?

There’s still a light left on