Wooden floors, wooden floors whisperAnd they creak under your sockless feetA secret door, a door undiscoveredYou knock so gently in case you're heardA record plays a song that you've not heardIt is perfect, it is homeEverything, now everything's differentIt is sweeter on your tongueCause you can see the road ahead in your dreamAnd the engine's more a sigh than a screamAnd your ghosts look more like angels from thereAnd the coast comes like a raft of warm airA symphony, slow music of longingPlays in movements inside your headThere are no ghosts, no ghosts that can shake youLike they used to, anymoreCause you can see the road ahead in your dreamAnd the engine's more a sigh than a screamAnd your ghosts look more like angels from thereAnd the coast comes like a raft of warm airYou can see the road ahead in your dreamAnd the engine's more a sigh than a screamAnd your ghosts look more like angels from thereAnd the coast comes like a raft of warm airIf this is all you ever asked forThen this is all you'll get
