Warmth / The Akaroa Road
You're warmth and light
Beacon of hope
Purest of suns
Pours light upon
There is a field
Of long dry grass
Paint cracks and peels
Wood and wire fence
Waited our whole lives for this kind of peace
There is a stillness here and we will mend our hearts this year
Hold a halcyon dream that all was as it seemed
Oh, I will hold it dear and our hearts will mend this year