Twilight Home Lyrics - New Model Army

Now the thick warm cream light 

fades down into the mist from the sea 

Three surfers - tiny black specks 

out across in the great waves 

Lanterns of the little town over 

on the hill - twilight sweet 

homecoming 

It's all the same 

And these things we hold 

in our hearts 

Like a promise in the salt of 

our blood 

Until we come home 

And always the breathing of the 

breaking surf 

Drifts through the curtains and 

through our dreaming 

And these things we hold 

to ourselves 

Like a promise in the salt of 

our blood 

Until we come home