I waited by your bedside
And didn't close my eyes all night
I named you like a prayer


It's anybody's guess how
The angel of doubt came down

And crept into your bed

But after we danced to the shipping forecast

The words escaped your mouth:
"I know it's gotta stop love, but I don't know how."


Now the stairs forget your shoes
And the gate don't creak for want of you
But the jury's out on me


We're wise beyond our years
But we're good at bad ideas, my love

Or so it seems to be

Shine a little light

Don't wrestle with the night
Don't think about the future now
I know it's gotta stop love but I don't know how


My little one
My kettle drum

I know I had a message at the start

My babel tongue

My come-undone
I know I had a message at the start


My prison kiss
My dying wish
I know I had a message at the start

But it up and abandoned us, when we were sleeping in our beds

It's anybody's guess how the angel of doubt laid down

Sand beneath our house
I know it's gotta stop love, but I don't know how