Why is everything wrong? The whole world is the same;
Skies as blue as they have been before
Just as fresh is the air, just as scorching the flame
But he hasn’t come back from the war

Now I’ll never know which one was right
Me or him, as we argued ’till four
I found out I’d miss him on that very night
When he hasn’t come back from the war

He would change the subject, and sing out of tune
He would silently stare at the floor
He would wake me up early, to look at the moon
But no more - he’s not back from the war

I just realized: we were two in this house
It’s not the emptiness - that I ignore
It’s that roaring flame that has been doused
When he hasn’t come back from the war

And today spring broke free, young, wild and untamed
And I ask him as I open the door
"Listen friend, got a smoke?" But no answer came
He hasn’t come back from the war

Our fallen, from their posts with keen eyes
Watch the Earth like loyal sentinels
Like mirrors, the forests reflect the skies
And the blue trees stand fair and gentle

Our small apartment, forever mine
Now that he’s not around anymore
It’s his clock that stopped but I feel it is I
Who has not come back from the war