Adam Bainbridge - A Retelling lyrics

I saw the photos The mess in the flat Our wedding albums That we're not getting back Two days in bed From image alone Turn off those old songs They remind me of home Speak now my children With different voice Learning new language From the neighbourhood boys You won't know our garden But you won't fear the gun Our fruit trees unpicked The paint fades in sun Songs go unspoken Torn books unread Phones go unanswered A dialling tone The doctor is sailing A coast line recedes The twilight is fading A life begins A life begins