The newcomer arrives   Possession and guilt in his face   Apologises to the customs man   For the gaping hole in his suitcase   Says 'i've seen where promises are made   I've seen how people are undone   It's always done   Man to man   One to one      I'm ditching an empty suitcase   I've been in storytown   I've been swimming in poisons   Been slowing up and down   I've known the eeriest wounds   The soul's long quarantine   When no rewards remain   No one and nothing comes clean   I've been blown about for years   On my way to you   I've been blown about for years   On my way to you   And I still turn to love   I want to burn again   And I still turn to love      In a room   Where arrangements are made for success   You try to say that you possess me   By your caress   I met your lover yesterday   Wearing some things I left at your place   Singing a song that means a lot to me   I've known a certain grace      I've been blown about for years      On my way to you ..   And I still turn to love      I'm still turning   I want to burn again