Bring all your ships back to harbour,
This war is done.
Before we fall out any further -
You won!
These words are so heavy around me,
Like pages in my mouth.
They are dying slowly, but surely
To get out.
And we can never get much higher,
The space that grows between us now,
It's just wearing us down.
And I cannot reach you by my desire,
not by the telephone, by faith alone.
So, I hope you're big enough to call me.
Big enough to remember,
Big enough to forget,
To say that it's not over yet...