She sits by the window

Letting her coffee grow cold

Taking comfort in the birdsong up above

He sleeps through the morning

And all through the morning

Fighting someone from somewhere far away

She says, "there's just no song anymore, since you got home from the war, there's no song anymore"

He sang in the mornings, and all of his songs

Reached out, like a sprout from the earth

He sang to the heavens

And every note was a plea

Involuntary

Like a leaf to the sun

She says, "there's just no sun anymore, since you got home from the war, there's no sun anymore"

"There's just no sun anymore, since you got home from the war, there's no sun anymore"

What I'd give to hear you sing

What I'd give to hear you say

What I'd give to hear you say, ooh

For him she's mourning, for who he was, and how he's shown all those mornings, that he woke her with the dawn

Her heart is a soldier

And every note that he would sing

Is only draining, for the straining of the war

And she says

"there's just no song anymore, there's just no song anymore

"There's just no song anymore, since you got home from the war, there's no song anymore"

She'll wait by the window

And whether it's God or gravity

Involuntary, is the rising of the sun