You’re Not Home Keane

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[Verse 1]
The click of the front door
Your clothes left on the floor
Bike wheels still turning
Where you left them on the back lawn

[Verse 2]
Your voices recede and
Your fingers slip from my hand
White skies and silence
A lifeless wind burns through the Downland

[Pre-Chorus]
And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
When you're not home, home, home, home, home
I sit and stare, I sit and stare
Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone

[Chorus]
I love that silver-grey first morning light
I see that fearless love in your blue eyes
Think I can picture some new shape of life
But now you're not home
No, you're not home, not home

[Pre-Chorus]
And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
When you're not home, home, home, home, home
I sit and stare, I sit and stare
Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone