Brume - The American Scene

This place contains no shadow

It is soft, it is simple,

It is hallowed.

Fingertips and shoulders,

Hips and confidence, confidence, confidence

Whatever I am not it is

Trusting in confidence

Whatever I am not it is, it is

This place controls my conscience

Call me down, call me down, call me down

To the station, to the kitchen,

To the place where you’ve been keeping

All my love

In the dark

Trusting in confidence

Whatever I am not it is, it is

Kept in my head

Midnight crept into our bed,

Kept in my head

Coming home missing it

This place contains no shadow,

This place contains no shadow

Kept in my head

Midnight crept into our bed,

Kept in my head

Coming home missing it

Kept in my head

Midnight crept into our bed,

Kept in my head

Coming home missing it