New world forming Picturesque in its stance Midnight calling Moonlight shadows start to dance For the dark finds ways of being Engraved in the
Home alone and happy Nothing brings me down Full of wine, unsteady Nothing brings me down What's left of the rain runs down my roof Nothing brings me
You are true honeymoon child Conceived on an island in the sun Heals dug in the white sand Loved and adored from day one Raised in a wild space Between
I'm pretending to be a good fisherman's woman Just like Anna Ingunn's mom The gladiator of all fisherman's wives Makes it a lot easier thinking of you