Second Sun 

this old faded house just grew 
one room too small 
soon we’ll have to learn how to make do 
with the cradle in our arms 

now it’s light when we wake 
traffic shakes the window frame 
and I want to wipe the smile 
off the old clock face 

now it’s light when we wake 
traffic shakes the window frame 
and I want to wipe the smile 
off the old clock face 

‘cos this old faded house just grew 
one room too small 
soon we’ll have to learn how to make do 
with the cradle in our arms 

now it’s light when we wake 
broken sleep bellyaches 
and jackdaws in the chimney 
well they can stay 

now it’s light when we wake 
count the days and weigh each name 
and stretch the tape on flickbook Saturdays 

‘cos this old faded house just grew 
one room too small 
soon we’ll have to learn how to make do 
with the cradle of our arms