Horses in the Room - Everything But The Girl

And who is this man standing at my door?

Is he lying or is he true?

Is this how I see you?

Like a rolling pebble on the deepest ocean floor

Life has rubbed me smooth

But you cup me in your hands

And you roll me in your pocket

How many men, unhappy, crammed inside their skin

Wordless to explain, stand at someone’s door?

Am I too old for this?

Is there kindness in his face?

A good man or a weak man?

There are horses in the room pulling me through fences

I throw the window open

And the light hits the pavement

Come in, come in, whoever you are

I will know you, if only from afar

Once I saw a dry dock

And the rustling hulks of ships and trawlers

With a wind that could cut steel

It was so cold

And I don’t have to think that hard

And it all comes flooding back

There is so much that neither of us will ever know

Come in, come in, whoever you are

I will know you, if only from afar