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?