You came home from a war, knocking at my door.
You had a sight of endearment, like never before.
You put a big smile on, like the war has never been.
Such peace, such rest, almost unhuman, I have never seen.
A call made your death certain, still you sat next to me,
like you're alive and kicking,
noticed the clock stopped ticking.
There is no time there, where love sits on its throne.
People ask me now If I'm lonely,
but love lives not alone.