All the pictures on the wall

The sand lying on the floor

The bed upstairs still unmade

The dust float in the light

The people just left

All laughter and mess

Forgetting this and that

And rushing back

The front door open

The music still playing in one room

Down the hall

Towels on the floor

And then its quiet

Just the bees and birds

The summer haze

Of the trees

And the air

Feeds it all

Feeds it all We can all feel it

Like a light hand on your back

Welcoming you

We can all feel it

Like a light hand on your back

Welcoming you

The day before we went to war All the parasols and kids at play

The sea so still and calm

Blue as the cloudless sky

Just the gentle hum

Of the summers goings on

Broken by the sudden rush

Of two planes

Flying low and fast

Into the sun

Into the sun We can all feel it

Like a light hand on your back

Welcoming you

We can all feel it

Like a light hand on your back

Welcoming you

The day before we went to war