Aereogramme

The lights that come in and out of my life,
I'll write I'll rerecord these times,
The grail and the meadow
The excess disease
Some passing of family, frustration released

You have a home here
You have a place to hide
You're always welcome
And you're more than I can say

The night you showed me I could see,
I praised the Lord for drunken honesty,
A master of patience to put up with me
Some surrogate brother I wanted to be

You have a home here
You have a place to hide
You're always welcome
All this I know
You're more than I can show

May your days be golden
May it always surround you