Lisa Hannigan - Braille

For you, I leave my light on
To do its best against the storm.
And you came in like the tide and
I knew that we could keep each other warm.

You bring crocosmia and fuschias,
And I, I sing your name into the night.
A king of salt and stones, your compass,
It swings from you to me tonight.

We'll swim without a word between us,
Our breath held in.
We reel in love in the ocean,
Braille on our skin, on our skin

I fill a glass with what you've gathered
They wilt against the window pane
In the morning sees you off with nets to scatter
You will come in with the tide again

We swim without a word between us
Our breath held in
We read enough in the rush of
Braille on our skin, on our skin

We swim without a word between us,
Our breath held in.
We read enough in the rush of
Braille on our skin, on our skin.