you might see him stumbling out the front door crashing round the corner maybe gone for good and you might see him sitting in a dark room like he never knew you and never wanted to he might be walking on water he might be floating through air but through the darkest reminders he will be hoping you re there you might hear him begging for forgiveness dishing out some nonsense that only brings you down and you might hear him singing like his mother a distant little number that barely makes a sound he might be walking on water he might be floating through air but through the darkest reminders he will be hoping you re there and you might see him creeping in your bedroom trying not to wake you in the middle of july and you might see him pulling back the covers hoping that you re still there and hanging on for life