If I slipped on this particular tile I'd lie here for a while The blue and white Pulling me back to December nights Where hands would wash the sun and sand Make it all alright If I fell on this unfamiliar floor I wouldn't ask for more Than a stranger's hand Tell me who is a gentle man When you're far from home When you're on your own Oh the air is cool beneath this ceiling You could come down here And share my feelings I've got plenty to spare And it seems I'm not going anywhere soon Perhaps you've nothing better to do too Would you let me lie I am somebody else in someone else's mind And there is no time And there is only time What's in your eyes Is there anything but signs To something else in someone else's mind I know I called you in But I think you should get out I know I sent you out But perhaps I need you now See nothing moves inside this house And the walls are speaking much too loud And the air is cold beneath this ceiling Won't you come down here and warm my feelings I've got plenty to spare And it seems I'm not going anywhere soon Perhaps there's no way for you to leave too