Window Ledge

I live in a seashell freed from the world Healing my pies upon the cooker I dwell Calling, she was calling It’s the latest sensation excluding the Pope Finding dream coloured martyrs in dream flavoured soap Calling, she was calling Humming my lines with my boxes of Dreft She’s framed in time upon the window ledge Calling, she was calling The sky was so bright one night I saw it Shut my open doors until it’s unlit Calling, she was calling I’m not quite as happy as I could have been With my whiter than whites engrossed in Him Calling, she was calling We fixed up our candlelight, whispering our tunes Is love is the sweetest thing that’s happened to you? I want to stay with you Calling, calling, calling, calling, calling Calling, calling, calling, calling, calling