Warm Spell - The Church

Echo drenched inside reverb rain

Your festive summer you just couldn’t blame

We became free into darkness then

Until the night silence distance froze

Our old house stands never empty

Our old house filled with strangers' pity

Well, I’d say I put it down to this warm spell

And I must admit I don’t know you very well

Hear him laughing, his memory walks the garden

I say it’s alright, I still believe in you

We pretend nothing ever changes

Shivering, we don’t stay too long

In the back seat, awake and dizzy

Journey’s over, it left me sleepy

Well, I’d say I put it down to this warm spell

And I must admit I don’t know you very well

One hot night, solid air like blankets

My father’s piano dreams of his son

His fingers tingle, anticipation

Down the hall we shudder back tonight