If I were in your home now
I would not wake you
No when I am in your home
So silent may we be
That one asleep and one awake
Are wed in mystery

Nothing's true but love
And life is not so short
As the desperate ones attest
And time permits a view
Of ink black's shift to grey
Into light before the day
Turns into the blue
And leaps within your eyes
Where dreaming meets the sunrise
If I were in your home