it's sunday afternoon and it's raining
watching you moving around
it seems as though i've never really looked at you
if we've got some biscuits left
spending the whole day in bed
we hardly need to say a word
and already the sun has gone
and it's growing dark outside
i can see your face reflected in the red electric firelight
and our shadow is an embryo
that slowly comes to life
and as it moves across the wall
it seems to feel the fire of living
growing stronger as it climbs
and the soundless crash of the sea
fills the room with the scent of the breeze
as you reach your fingers out to me
why don't we take the whole of next week off work
you can say you don't feel well
you caught a cold or something
the hour glass is turning
moving around inside a dream today
falling for you in such a special way