I waited by your bedside,
And didn´t close my eyes all night.
I named you like a prayer.

It´s anybody´s guess how,
The angel of doubt came down,
And crept into your bed.

But after we danced to the shipping forecast,
The words escaped your mouth:
"I know it´s gotta stop love, but I don´t know how."

Now the stairs forget your shoes,
And the gate don´t creak for want of you.
But the jury´s out on me.

We´re wise beyond our years,
But we´re good at bad ideas, my love.
Or so it seems to be.

Shine a little light,
Don´t wrestle with the night,
Don´t think about the future now.
I know it´s gotta stop love but I don´t know how.

My little one,
My kettle drum,
I know I had a message at the start.

My babel tongue,
My come-undone,
I know I had a message at the start.

My prison kiss,
My dying wish,
I know I had a message at the start…
But it up and abandoned us, when we were sleeping in our beds.

It´s anybody´s guess how the angel of doubt laid down
Sand beneath our house.
I know it´s gotta stop love, but I don´t know how.