Looks like I'm here again,
With the flowers,
With the trees,
With the cotton coloured clouds,
With the afternoon breeze.
Looks like I'm here again,
With the wet sands of the shore,
With the silent waves of the torperous sea,
With the grey sky,
With me.
Looks like I'm here again,
With the tick tock of the clock,
With the foggy windows,
With the creaking door,
With the wooden chair by the bed.
Looks like I'm here again,
With her hand in mine,
With the smell of her hair,
With the sound of her voice,
With the sight of her smile-
It's 6 am, I better go wash my face.