Feel It Coming

Open mind, more empty minded at weekends

Tell me your secrets again

You sail in silence and speak paper and pen

Well sadness or violence? Depends

Heaven knows, heaven knows...

Said the man who cannot love

And now there's something, now there are no illusions

Don't float out like childhood balloons

These heavy answers, and the fear of teason

When this is the last chance salloon

Heaven knows, heaven knows

Said the man who cannot love

Then you feel it coming

Feel it grow

And it tastes like home

Then you feel it coming

Feel it grow

And it tastes like home

Then you feel it coming

Feel it grow

And it tastes like home

Tastes like home