Lyrics

Two farms along and the dogs were awoken And how they howled for love of the howling Contagious our own quite broken By our own adopted guardians And I watch your eyes peel open And question all around The summer heat still here past midnight And closing all around And closing all around Through the open window we spy The early hour is most beautiful You call me down and lead me outside Couple of fools out in the half light There's not a soul for a thousand miles 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 With not a thought of being seen We carry on until we're almost lost We find a space with the softest ground We lay right down and the sleep is ours When we awake to the morning sun We make our way back home Just a couple of fools in the early hour Begin their way back home Begin their way back home