Lyrics:

The grey makes you sick
Colour of things gone
Stretched out like a shadow
Stretched out like a shadow
The bed holds your shape
Tempts you back to
Stretched out like your shadow
Stretched out like your shadow

Come away from the window
I'm afraid of what you'll see
Leave what the future holds to be
Happy holding me
Come away from the window
I'm afraid of what you'll see
Leave what the future holds to be
Happy holding me

The night holds his scent
It tempts you back to
Stretched out like his shadow
Stretched out like his shadow
Not afraid of the dark
But of things I do not see
Stretched out in his shadow
Stretched out in his shadow

Come away from the window
I'm afraid of what you'll see
Leave what the future holds to be
Happy holding me
Come away from the window
I'm afraid of what you'll see
Leave what the future holds to be
Happy holding me

When I grow old I'll go back to the sea
Ten thousand watery hands rise to greet me
The water, carry my way to windswept arms
The constant friend, carry on
On
Carry on