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