I cover my ears as I'm dropping the pin In desolate silence any needle will din Come home Come home Suddenly stillness is menacing now And all this emptiness pressing somehow Come home Come home The hours move At a creep What can I do All ardour is put to sleep I twiddle my thumbs In fidgety rest The air has become Stagnant in my chest My pitiful pasttime has no axe to grind The void left behind you is pervading my mind Come home Come home Come home Come home Come home Come home Come home