Love in a song The only thing they said I could rely on To lay my bones down, lay down boy You're home again The lamp, the lock, the candle, And the pen (T-t-t-t-turn up the-) Love in a song I've written it before it won't take very long The nib will dig a hole and beckon Forth once more To wrap me in its warmth and bolt the door (Put your fucking hands up) (Put your fucking hands up) (Put your fucking hands up) (Put your fucking hands up) (Put your fucking hands up) (Put your fucking hands up) (Put your fucking hands up) Someone's sing- You In a song A mantra often told A cross to lay upon The strings that tie me softly pry my Hands from you And steal away before the night is- Love in a song I stand among the crowd prepared to sing along The dusty air congeals A lump that seals my truth But I won't hear it anymore Beyond the steeple She waits for me In her robes Like a ghost An awful silence She springs to me It must be love (Love, love, love, love, love)