(N. Assirati)

Written by Nick. When Nick brought it in I thought he was playing me a fantastic cover of a Richard Thompson or Ray Davis song. When he said it was his I was knocked out. Nick is always telling me he wants to write a song about some political that or historical this, but when he writes about what is   echoing around his heart, he always writes at his best.

The photographs are over ten years old
You came home from work and made the tea
The days were washing over me
Bad news on the radio.
I could make it go away and ask you all about your day

And I saw her standing there
Golden sunlight in her hair by the kitchen chair

And the crucifix that's on my wall
Looking down to comfort me, angels watching over me
I was always scared to fall
When I'm lying on my bed, voices running through my head

And in every grain of sand
I found the saviour's healing hand
I even lost what made me sad

And I found that healing grace
In that smile across your face to take my hurt away

And I'll tell you that I love you so
There'll be no crying anymore, the sun shines down upon our door
Promises come and go
What couldn't stay the same all around is such a shame

When my demons call on me
I shut my eyes so I can see some things were meant to be