2 July 2012
You've been away, I missed you everyday, Looking at your empty chair, Remembering how you care, Our bed felt too large and cold, Without you there at night to hold,
You rang just as I thought of you, And now you're coming home I know exactly what to do, Come back home to me, dear, To find me standing here, Wearing only a pair of oven gloves, Now we are reunited, my love.
Oven Gloves • Opuss № I