Baby's coming back.

Outside there's children laughing
The radio plays my favourite song
The sun is shining
Oh and peace broke out in the world
And no-one says a cruel word
And peace is the sweetest sound I've ever heard

And baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming home

She was just sleeping somewhere
Now she's come back to hold my hand
And we go walking
And the years have all melted away
Yeah I remember you like yesterday
And the summer's here so say goodbye to rain

And baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming home

I feel like I am surely dreaming
How can things oh-so-quickly change?
Well, it's strange but true
I'm telling you truthfully, see:

That baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming home

Oh, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
Yeah, baby's coming back to me
My baby's coming home

Well after that sentiment, a less lovely one. I'm off to the pub because I can't bear to sit and watch my housemate ruminate all fucking night.