She is my Escape (Smith John)

The crowd at the gate is hanging on late Like posters from some lost campaign Suits loose and frayed, their hats blown away Sails catching nothing bu rain I stand with a rope tied firm to the hope That we'll leave a good night where it fell And that light bursting free is coming for me Let's love and let's do loving well Now I woke in a cloud after speaking aloud To a vision of you in the street Back in my room, the heat in full bloom I see lilies grow wild at my feet And so down the line I'll keep your heart in mine And our lungs ring an hourly bell It's as clear as the moon as it follows and Taps on my shoulder; I'm under her spell Out here in the night where I once lost the fight And abandoned all hope for a home I seek out her shape, you know she is my escape And I'll follow wherever she goes The hinge of her door well it groans and roars And what stands between us like a veil Is my fear and my doubt, but I turn and sing Darling, let's love and let's do loving well.