Track 5 of the EP Before the Stallholders Wake · 2016
The Guesthouse Keeps a Window for Us
“A seaside town out of season, and a window kept just for us. The cello makes its first appearance here.”
art song · art song · celtic ballad · 5:05
Lyrics
The seaside town is sleeping through the grey Deckchairs stacked and the arcades turned away But one small guesthouse leaves a lamp aglow Two keys on a hook for the ones who know The landlady has put a quilt on the bed Lit the old heater, laid out the bread Gulls on the chimney, the sea at the door We are the only guests, and we want no more The guesthouse keeps a window for us Facing the water, facing the dark You hold my hand and the world goes quiet Winter is only a place to start Let the waves keep time for our slow dancing Let the wind be a violin The guesthouse keeps a window for us And we are the ones inside We walk the promenade in borrowed coats Share a paper cone of chips and hope The pier is dark but your eyes are not Brighter than any summer I forgot The guesthouse keeps a window for us Facing the water, facing the dark You hold my hand and the world goes quiet Winter is only a place to start Let the waves keep time for our slow dancing Let the wind be a violin The guesthouse keeps a window for us And we are the ones inside Out of season, out of reason Every tide a tender pleading I would rent this room forever If you stayed beside me, ever The guesthouse keeps a window for us Facing the water, facing the dark You hold my hand and the world goes quiet Winter is only a place to start Let the waves keep time for our slow dancing Let the wind be a violin The guesthouse keeps a window for us And we are the ones inside The guesthouse keeps a window for us And we are the ones inside