It's quarter past seven when I hold you
A head floats above the sleeping town
Somebody shouts to me you're calling
But nobody's out there to reply
It's quarter past seven and I hold you
My heart floats across the silent town
I stand at the window and watch it soaring
Over the boulevards to the night
Over the roof tops to the night
Somebody from a dream
Unseen and insignificant
In the emptiness of this lost town
And the openness of their face
Is staring all around
Configurations of the stars
In a God's hand
And I hold you closer in the night
Now that it's morning time
It's quarter past seven when I hold you
Your hair smells of gentle summer rain
I look out the window and I start calling
But I don't know what to reply
| 1 | Slow Pulse Boy |
| 2 | Midnight Garden |
| 3 | So This is Silence |
| 4 | Dialogue |
| 5 | Shaletown |
| 6 | The Way the Land Lies |
| 7 | Shantell |
| 8 | Under the Stars |
| 9 | The Millpond Years |
| 10 | A Room Lives in Lucy |