along the dogs where walking
and how they howled for love, the howling
and they just are all quite broken
by our own adopted guardians
and I watch your eyes peal open
and question all around
the summer heat 's still here past midnight
and closing all around,
and closing all around

through the open window we spy
the early hour is most beautiful
and coming down and lead me outside
couple of fools out in the half light
and we utter not a word
you make your way down the small stone path
and I watch your every step
I watch your every step


not a thought will be unseen
we carry on till were almost lost
we find a space with the softest ground
and lay down and sleep is ours
and we awake to the morning sun
and make our way back home
just a couple of fools in the early hour
begin their way back home
begin their way back home