Furniture Postcards
honey, please leave those milky nightlights
on for me cos out the door
the shadows greet the end of day
dearest, come run away with me
into the night on angel wings
under falling stars over sleeping hillocks
my heart it hangs on my sleeve
my heart it hangs on my sleeve
lover, hand me that locket hanging
'round your neck and near your heart
where all your secrets go when they get lost
and on the other side you'll find
i won't be too far behind
somewhere tonight someone's waiting
to be taken home
somewhere tonight someone's pining
silent as a ghost
(away, so long, farewell my love)
honey, those milky nightlights burn
for you tonight so where you are
it's time for you to make your way back home
