It's a strange pain
standing here in the shower
a pain of losing
of leaking
of draining away
standing here in the shower

It's a strange light
that greets these empty mornings
a strange silence of the mobile phone

whenever your absence attacks
it is the strangeness
that hurts the most

Who would have thought
your devotion would lead here
Who would have thought
the warmth could drain so quickly

It's a strange pain
I carry with me
on the tube
in the church
in my mind as I stir the tea

It's a lonely pain
that I cannot understand
your absence
I cannot understand

before God
I have accepted this pain
and I carry it in hope
that one day
you will explain
and finally the cold and cutting strangeness
will itself
drain away