Indulgence is such a simple thing
Complete with you just knowing
That we are what we want to be
Every autumn mowing

These rooms, these things, what gives us wings
To long for future mornings
It calls our name, it has our face
It gives us all these warnings

Within our house, offside the world
Home equals together
That we are how we want to be
'till one day forever

Piet Goddaer