Becky Kilsby Lyrics

Like a skimming stone on a pristine lake 

I’m bouncing the surface, fast and loose

Glittering kisses, just passing through, but

Suddenly it’s far too late

 
I want someone to call me home

Hands to warm in mine

I need to sink my feet

In fertile soil, it’s time


Free to fly south at any time

Splash in this coastal haze

But liberty is loneliness 

By just another name

Between summer nights and autumn days

It suddenly feels too late


I want someone to call me home

Hands to warm in mine

I need to sink my feet

In fertile soil, it’s more than time


It’s time to pause and sing in one place, 

Dance on the spot, rest my wings

Time for twos and snuggle deep in

Freedom together, sink into spring


Cos I want someone to call me home

Hands to warm in mine

I need to sink my feet

In fertile soil, it’s time

So please won’t you call me home?



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