Colour Video (MV)

Gaunt and frail
Hands that haven't grown
Are white knuckle on handle rail
You're surrounded but alone

Taught and told
Your slight unweighted frame
Nestled in hospitals alabaster silent wings
The softest melody oh the silence sings.

How's the weather in here?
Does it rain in Ward B?
And the less said about the food the better
But at least you're talking to me

So colour it in
Never talk it out
Write it down
Try to spit it out

You're too young to understand it
Oh but yet you feel it anyway

You reach out
Feeling the space
You're a phantom limb
A peculiar ache

I am a stranger
I wish you knew more
And you are flesh and blood

And I have never loved you more