Instrumental
: There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills... Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust... This is a place where I don
: Patrick Watson: My darling, darling girl Won't you shout it to the world My darling, darling, darling girl Shout it out, my golden girl Wrap yourself
: Instrumental
: Oh, that song is singing Singing in to me Over everything I used to be Oh, that song is singing Singing into me Slow and sweet It carries me Carries
: I'm sinking into you now Watch me disapear I'm sinking into you now Watch me disapear I'm sinking into you now Sweet song Watch me sinking into you
: How near How far How near, boy Tell me, how far How near Oh yes How far How near How far How near, how near, how near, how near How far, how far,
: Where the doors are moaning all day long, Where the stairs are leaning dusk 'till dawn, Where the windows are breathing in the light, Where the rooms
: (feat. Lou Rhodes) Every soul comes to the sun Carried on angel?s wings to human birth Born of love or born of hate Each one is heaven sent to human
Oh, that song is singing Singing in to me Over everything I used to be Oh, that song is singing Singing into me Slow and sweet It carries me Carries
How near How far How near, boy Tell me, how far How near Oh yes How far How near How far How near, how near, how near, how near How far, how far, how
I'm sinking into you now Watch me disapear I'm sinking into you now Watch me disapear I'm sinking into you now Sweet song Watch me sinking into you
Patrick Watson: My darling, darling girl Won't you shout it to the world My darling, darling, darling girl Shout it out, my golden girl Wrap yourself
(feat. Lou Rhodes) Every soul comes to the sun Carried on angel?s wings to human birth Born of love or born of hate Each one is heaven sent to human
Where the doors are moaning all day long, Where the stairs are leaning dusk 'till dawn, Where the windows are breathing in the light, Where the rooms
There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills... Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust... This is a place where I don
