I thought you were never coming back:
I tidied and tidied until I was sure,
Then felt your hugs in the heated floor
And saw your smile in each ceiling crack.
The joy of you is always here

I thought perhaps I could pay for you:
I dreamed and dreamed we could talk again
With freedom smiles and synced-up brains
But you thought I was just deep blue.
The joy of you is always here

I thought I was being innovative:
I lied and lied to create an excuse
To go. It was never any use,
You know I'd take whatever you give.
The joy of you is always here