My Right A.R.M. - Alison Moyet

Don’t be afraid of the dark my love

What would old Hobbs do with this pure heart

Where shadows inch like rising damp

Their seaweed fingers will us all to be wakeful

What a night for naming stars and parking cars

Sink into our cloud of down and sleep with me

Angel, angel, hold your head up high

In no way let God’s kingdom pass you by

There’s an open door and the lights are on

And all the goings on, the shouting mouths have gone

Though why should I care anyway

I’ll see your sweet face everyday

And that’s everything

A prayer that I may never find you there

Folded up in an empty room

Too tired to laugh at a vaulting moon