Same route and the same routine
65 straight down to Queen
But today there's a hollow ache sitting smack between your ribcage and your heart
Sunlight through the window pane
You close your eyes and let the street's refrain
Wash over you while you contemplate where to go from where you are
All your life, all your life revolved around her
All your life, all your life will be divided into before and after
Two coffees beside two plates
Two toasts and two soft-boiled eggs
One's eaten and the other's a blade between your ribcage and your heart
Only one side of the bed unmade
There's still her indent in the pillowcase
The empty rooms echo the empty space between your ribcage and your heart
All your life, all your life revolved around her
All your life, all your life will be divided into
Before and after her smile and her eyes
You're not sure how nobody else seems to mind it
The birds are still singing, the sun is still shining
But your hand lying empty just keeps on reminding you
All your life, all your life revolved around her
All your life, all your life will be divided into
Before and after her