The TV lounge is silent as the sea floor
Save Penny telling Sheldon to shut up
The only joke is that they're nerds
But Mum clings on to every word
Embryonic in the grief he left her
They moved here when their mortgage was expiring
Their tenderness and warmth soon followed suit
She'd sneak upstairs and sleep all day
He'd stab his keys, while, in his veins
Disease unspooled, and dragged him
Ache by ache, to his grave
By the lonely oceanside
In a town built for goodbyes
In the house of seagull-white
Where their love went wrong
In the lounge where we all cried
When all he could do was writhe
In the sunbeam where he died
We carry on
I've moved back now, to throw out old mementos
To make her soup, and tell her, 'give it time
I cringe through theories of the bang
Through joyless laughter from the can
But when I sing, I feel his absent hand
Guide me back to who I am
By the lonely oceanside
In a town built for goodbyes
In the house of seagull-white
Where their love went wrong
In the lounge where we all cried
When all he could do was writhe
In the sunbeam where he died
Old and tired and gone
On our pale blue speck of light
In the endless yawning night
In the great, cruel sweep of time
There is a song