Intro :
The cli ck of the fro nt door
Y our clothes left on the floor
Bi ke wheels still tu rning
W here you left them o n the back lawn
Your vo ices rece de and
Your fi ngers slip from my hand
W hite skies and si lence
A l ifeless wind burns thr ough the Downland
And it's c old cold cold cold c old
And you're not h ome home home home h ome
I sit and s tare I sit and s tare
Into my p hone phone phone phone p hone
I love that s ilver-grey first m orning light
I see that f earless love in y our blue eyes
Think I can p icture some new s hape of life
But now you're not h ome
You're not h ome
Not h ome
And it's c old cold cold cold c old
When you're not h ome home home home h ome
I sit and s tare I sit and s tare
Into my p hone phone phone phone p hone
I love that s ilver-grey first m orning light
I see that f earless love in y our blue eyes
Think I can p icture some new s hape of life
But now you're not h ome
No you're not h ome
I love that s ilver-grey first m orning light
I see that f earless love in y our blue eyes
Think I can p icture some new s hape of life
But now you're not h ome
No you're not h ome
Not h ome
No you're not h ome
Not h ome
No you're not h ome
Not h ome
No you're not h ome