Now the thick warm cream light fades Down into the mist from the sea Three surfers, tiny black specks out across At in the great waves Lanterns of the little town Over on the hill Twilight sweet home coming It's all the same These things we will hold in our hearts Like a promise in the salt of our blood Until we come home Until we come home And always the breathing Of the breaking surf Drifts through the curtains And through our dreaming These things we will hold to ourselves Like a promise in the salt of our blood Until we come home Until we come home Until we come home It's all the same These things we will hold in our hearts Like a promise in the salt of our blood Until we come home