The buzzing of the house has disappeared The glow is dimmed and contact's lost Voices, faces who were here The corner of the room was on and Nothing else was needed No one else required Nothing happens now it's all gone quiet For all intents, for all our trust What was ever true? (The leaps of faith we made I wonder now if anything was true) The daily grind it sprang to life Watching what was on instead of watching out (The daily grind it sprang to life By switching on and looking into you) The hours and hours and time to change I realise I'm one of all the same But when (I'm sure) I see you soon remind me how you lit up every room You knew that you were needed You talked and never tired How does it feel now that you've been retired?