Quiet was house that greets us tonightnThe breach of the logs, the peat catches lightnThe storm hardly a curse for it get us back insidenBefore midnight turned morning, and we realisednWe needed alone, there are moments in each lifenAnd this was just one how many will you havennWell carried the wind that jumped in the stovenThat harried the fire that warmed through our clothesnAs we watch through the glass, with towels on our backsnThe mischief in our minds, whispered in our earsnWarming the body, soaked to the bonenGarteful for the rain for driving us back homennThe shipwreckers' lights wild in the seanWe neither say a word, they're providing all we neednThe Shipwreckers tails running through my mindnI offer a quick prayer for those caught out tonightnYour head against my arm, wet hair against my facenAnd you're the girl I want, and this is the place