All the pictures on the wall. The sand lying on the floor. The bed upstairs still unmade. The dust float in the light. The people just left. All laughter and mess. Forgetting this and that. And rushing back. The front door open. The music still playing in one room. Down the hall. Towels on the floor. And then it's quiet. Just the bees and birds. The summer haze. Of the trees. And the air. Feeds it all. Feeds it all. We can all feel it. Like a light hand on your back. Welcoming you. We can all feel it. Like a light hand on your back. Welcoming you. The day before we went to war. The day before we went to war. We can all feel it. All the parasols and kids at play. The sea so still and calm. Blue as the cloudless sky. Just the gentle hum. Of the summer's goings on. Broken by the sudden rush. Of two planes. Flying low and fast. Into the sun. Into the sun. We can all feel it. Like a light hand on your back. Welcoming you. We can all feel it. Like a light hand on your back. Welcoming you. The day before we went to war. The day before we went to war. We can all feel it. We can all feel it. Like a light hand on your back. Welcoming you. We can all feel it. Like a light hand on your back. Welcoming you. The day before we went to war. The day before we went to war. The day before we went to war