| I creep up the wall into your garden | |
| I'm bruised from the fall | |
| You're there on the stairs | |
| Drinking your Chardonay in blue underwear | |
| You and your eyes light the darkest room | |
| In the darkest house | |
| And nobody else can call you theirs | |
| This tiara is yours | |
| You must have lost it when | |
| You fell from the stars | |
| Lead me by the hand | |
| Take me beneath the waves | |
| To your atlantis sand | |
| You and your eyes light the darkest room | |
| In the darkest house | |
| And nobody else can call you theirs | |
| Stay just as you are | |
| You're the nearest thing I have to art | |
| And all the colours you have | |
| Are stuck in the chemicals of this photograph |