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 [bad word] back

The front door open
The music still playing in one room
Down the hall
Towels on the floor
And then it's 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 [bad word] you
We can all feel it
Like a light hand on your back [bad word] you
The day before we went to war
The day before we went to war
We can all feel it

All the parasols and kids at play
The sea so still and calm
Blue as the cloudless sky
Just the gentle hum
Of the summer's goings on
Broken by the [bad word] 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 [bad word] you
We can all feel it
Like a light hand on your back [bad word] you
The day before we went to war
The day before we went to war
We can all feel it

We can all feel it
Like a light hand on your back [bad word] you
We can all feel it
Like a light hand on your back [bad word] you
The day before we went to war
The day before we went to war
The day before we went to war