We woke each morning
Mapping our lives across the bedroom wall
Cobwebs in the corner
A new conscience nagged
Home was home

We fell mute
In the shadows of winter mornings
This is the best kind of love

Now there is so much
I want to see once more
And the silent rambles by the Fen
Make me fall again
And smell the scent of your hair

Memories of our time together.