The city gates at twilight
And a red ship sinking
Behind winter’s grey wall
Ice in the wind
But a fire in the embers
Of my heart
As darkness falls
In a candlelit room
Where your eyes are laughing
Smoking in the red chair
And nothing in the world
‘cept the beating of my heart
Against the nerves of the air

And I know there’s a light
At the end of the tunnel
’cause I taste it on your lips
And I feel a weight
That can bend me double
You lift it with your fingertips
So often it happens
That words prove useless
In the face of how it feels
So it is as the mystery of love
Keeps growing
The more my heart reveals
-David Gray-




Savannah and Philip