G#/C C# The click of the front door G#/C C# Your clothes left on the floor G#/C Like wheels C# Still turning G#/C C# Where you left them on the back lawn Your voices recede and Your fingers slip from my hand White skies and silence A lifeless wind burns through the Downland G#/C C# And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold G#/C C# And you're not home, home, home, home, home G#/C I sit and stayed C# I sit and stayed G#/C C# Until my phone, phone, phone, phone Chorus: G#/C C# I love that silver grey first morning light G#/C C# I see that fearless love in your blue eyes G#/C C# Think I can picture some new shape of life G#/C And now you're not home C# You're not home G#/C You're not home C# Not home And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold When you're not home, home, home, home, home I sit and stare, I sit and stare Into my phone, phone, phone, phone, phone Chorus: I love that silver-grey first morning light I see that fearless love in your blue eyes Think I can picture some new shape of life But now you're not home No, you're not home G# A#m I love that silver grey first morning light G#/C A#m I see that fearless love in your blue eyes G#/C C# A#m Think I can picture some new shape of life G# And now you're not home You're not home You're not home Not home | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA#m C C# G# |