Homing

A shiver in the air
 Raises the morning
 The silence of the house
 Presence unfolding
 Splinter in your eye
 Black dog of silence
 The pallor of the moon
 Shimmer of mercy
 The turning of the night
 Flashes a warning
 A fire on the ridge
 Black cloud adorning
 All the faces come to life
 Memory, longing
 Opening the palms
 Endlessly wanting
 You are ever in my mind
 (Turn the signal way, way down)
 Holding the silence
 Dog out in the sun
 (Isolate the only sound)
 Endlessly roaming
 The swelling of the wind
 (I am somewhere that you know)
 Lifting the awnings
 Kindling the sun
 (And you slowly recognize)
 Endlessly speaking
 Isolate the sound
 (I am back again to stay)
 That sends you homing
 I am calling from a room
 Tired of talking
 I am right behind your eyes
 I am right behind your eyes
 I am right behind your eyes
 I am right behind your eyes
 I am right behind your eyes