We walk hand-in-hand
Across the beautiful soft sand
The silence is comforting, our love is deafening
We don't say a word, there's nothing to be heard
We walk hand-in-hand
Across the beautiful soft sand

I don’t know what to do.
Does anyone know? Do you?
I’m fine, of course, I’m asking for a friend.
This buddy of mine, he’s noticing a trend.
He’s been sad recently and he doesn’t know why.
He tells people he’s fine, of course, but that’s just a lie.
I think for the first time he feels completly alone.
Though normally he'd prefer being on his own.
This time is different, and he won’t accept assistance.
With any offer of help, he’d display resistance.
I don’t know what to do. his happiness, I cannot force.
...Me though, I’m fine, of course.

Who doesn’t love a lazy day, nothing particular to do, nowhere particular to go?
Make a drink, retire back to bed, pull the duvet up over your head, shut the world out for a little while.
Run a bath, bubbles high, sink your body in low, take a deep sigh.
Pyjamas on and it's only half-past four, nobody knocking at the door.
Music playing in the background, book in your hand, relaxing is easy but on the other hand!

Where is everyone, how come no one’s phoned to ask how I am?
Did I say what my plans were today?  
Did I tell them all to stay away?
Think I’ll call them one at a time, have a nice long chat with them all, perhaps they’ll come around and visit for a while.
I’ve had a nice day I begin to smile, but that’s enough for a little while.