There are a 100 years
Of loneliness on the table top
Obscuring a guitar pick
That I forgot that I have got
A chinese menu of the takeaway
Tells me I am hungry tonight
Your smell dissolving in the air
Tells me you won't be by my side
Hours pass in silent solitude
While I tell you what to do
Your photos all around the room
Proof you had better things to loose
They look at me, day after day
The photos and the takeaway
Your smell evaporates
And like you will never stay
Will we ever see face to face again
When we've overcome our fears?
Out of sync and out of tune
And don't know what to do
There are a 100 years
Of loneliness on the table top
Obscuring a wedding ring
That I forgot that I have got