That's When You Come To Me

It's four past the shaking hands

and the house is shouting

and the wide ocean's smile

is two mountains away

If the burning laughter refracts out the window

and too many threads are pulled

and leaves a mark on your night-face

as red as Shanghai in Autumn Moon

If the frozen-flat birds can thaw

to soar north against the wind

and stare across this great wide

land with faith and feather

You'll know I'll be there - my love

If I'm drowning serenely

and the browning and the torn

picture of your unshakeable smile

breathes life into my eyes

I'll always be seeing you - my love

When the brush is out of paint

and we stroke the gaps full

of silence and restraint

and the canvas starts to peel

that's when, that's when, I'll take your hand