New Model Army - Twilight Home lyrics

Now the thick warm cream light fades down into the mist from the sea Three surfers - tiny black specks out across in the great waves Lanterns of the little town over on the hill - twilight sweet homecoming It's all the same And these things we hold in our hearts Like a promise in the salt of our blood Until we come home And always the breathing of the breaking surf Drifts through the curtains and through our dreaming And these things we hold to ourselves Like a promise in the salt of our blood Until we come home