Words and music by Richard Homer
4/4, 110 bpm Intro C F G C
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There is no noise, just / pen on paper, / oh, there is / quiet here
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I think I am / half-awake but / the question is / where?
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the fridge, without / warning, a / kicking mini / riot
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the computer is off; the / printer / too, couldn’t / care
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I think now of / you, / wherever you / are
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the emotions that / tear, / knowing you were / mine
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winging their / way through the / rough, open / air
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tonight, on a / night, a / night when I / pine, for //// you
tomato soup, / haemorrhaging / from the / tin
a crisp baguette of / culinary / company / tonight
in the box, / herbes Provence / rest / therein
out in the / garden, the / brisk winter / bite
I can think of / those, for / whom I need to / care
and in / ebbing / reflection I / try
to recall in / thought, in / effervescent / air
a sweaty / airport / sweet-kiss / goodbye
the new-wash / clothes hang in / weary / way
the only / company / I have with me / here
your memory the / hunter / I am the / prey;
the window rain / joining / in with a / tear
the / stars of a / heart-break / night up / high
a far away / audience of / empty / empathy
here the / gas fire / hissing / nearby
the one / warm thing / here with / me
