You're watching the Sunday night movie
I'm looking at the gun-grey dawn way below me frozen quiet
The line goes dead before I've had my fill of words of reassurance
That my home is still my home, it's something to believe in
Stay with me
Ah won't you stay a bit longer and see
It's all I need, across the sea
To get on the phone and hear you say
You'll stay with me
I walk around Ludlow into a bar to not get drunk
For one sympathetic glance and touch the back wall
Straight back out the front
On your side of the night cicadas are the sound of the earth creaking
As it's slowing down to spin you into sleep in your home-town
Back home a little feeling of enterprise
Make a little thread for you and I hope it shines
That is not the wind
This building it's flying through the darkness so I can be close to you
I'm looking at the gun-grey dawn way below me frozen quiet
The line goes dead before I've had my fill of words of reassurance
That my home is still my home, it's something to believe in
Stay with me
Ah won't you stay a bit longer and see
It's all I need, across the sea
To get on the phone and hear you say
You'll stay with me
I walk around Ludlow into a bar to not get drunk
For one sympathetic glance and touch the back wall
Straight back out the front
On your side of the night cicadas are the sound of the earth creaking
As it's slowing down to spin you into sleep in your home-town
Back home a little feeling of enterprise
Make a little thread for you and I hope it shines
That is not the wind
This building it's flying through the darkness so I can be close to you