Things are here, and you're over there
And in between: land, sea, everything
I hope you're warm, and I hope you think of me,
And the way things used to be.
Yesterday, a telegram said that you had died,
But I knew and I know that it was a lie.
I tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried
I mean our room. I went back to our room and cried
Retreat, and come back home.
