Brume

This place contains no shadow
It is soft, it is simple,
It is hallowed.
Fingertips and shoulders,
Hips and confidence, confidence, confidence
Whatever I am not it is
Trusting in confidence
Whatever I am not it is, it is
This place controls my conscience
Call me down, call me down, call me down
To the station, to the kitchen,
To the place where you’ve been keeping
All my love
In the dark
Trusting in confidence
Whatever I am not it is, it is
Kept in my head
Midnight crept into our bed,
Kept in my head
Coming home missing it
This place contains no shadow,
This place contains no shadow
Kept in my head
Midnight crept into our bed,
Kept in my head
Coming home missing it
Kept in my head
Midnight crept into our bed,
Kept in my head
Coming home missing it