The night tumbles on us   With gentle pause   The cars and the chaos   And muted purr      The couch and the kettle   A call to arms   Your arms to be exact   They bring me home      I sit still   I hold my tongue   Just use your voice   And heaney's words   Dig your way through to my heart   Plant your flag and set up camp   I've shut my eyes   I've closed the blinds   Turn the phones and nightlights off   Just you and me and naturalists   Held with tender hands and mouth   The storm's on the island   Are just whispers now   I melt with the warm words   And your coffee tones   The dark twisted creatures   Can't find us here   Your hand on my forehead   Is the softest vice      I sit still   I hold my tongue   Just use your voice   And heaney's words   Dig your way through to my heart   Plant your flag and set up camp   I've shut my eyes   I've closed the blinds   Turn the phones and nightlights off   Just you and me and naturalists   Held with tender hands and mouth