Bitter Yorkshire Rain

The table feels like it did before Under my hands the wooden fibres go from cold to very warm The house feels colder tonight but now we are both here The same two people who invested everything they had right here Now I have listened to what you had to say I see our picture begin to fade I listen intently to the quiet night For some kind of winning message to come but then I realise I've lost this fight I understand now how this life works, I see the meaning and some of its quirks You say to me that I have to go on and live a life You say this to me and that I owe it to you, my wife But I sit here sometimes feeling nothing but the cold, dark pain I ask God and demand answers in the sharp and bitter Yorkshire rain But as usual nothing and no answers come And then you appear and talk to me like our life together has just begun! But trapped I am in a mind of chaos, sorrow and despair For I see you here but I know...................................................... that you're not there.