Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees
She's listening to the dream I weaved today
My hands are black the sun is going down
She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam
And my sisters buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air
While someone sings the theme tune to the news
Crosswords through the bathroon door
I come back here from time to time
And that's what triggered this
A thousand yards and whistles marching-band
I shelter here somedays
Disjointed tales that flit between
A high-back chair, he sits and stairs
Kneeling by and speaking up
Short trousers and a full dress uniform
Like I've known them all my life
He reaches out and I take a massive hand
And he talks of people ten years gone
I come back here from time to time
Like scattered black & whites
I shelter here somedays
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here somedays