Beady Belle

I cover my ears as I'm dropping the pin
In desolate silence any needle will din

Come home
Come home

Suddenly stillness is menacing now
And all this emptiness pressing somehow

Come home
Come home

The hours move
At a creep
What can I do
All ardour is put to sleep
I twiddle my thumbs
In fidgety rest
The air has become
Stagnant in my chest

My pitiful pasttime has no axe to grind
The void left behind you is pervading my mind

Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home

Come home