[Richard Dawson]
In the moment I first gazed upon my bonny lass
Through a tangle of wires, tubing, sticking tape and fibreglass
I swore on her little life I'd change my woeful ways
Such a golden promise I'd break over and over again
But the painful truth eventually caught up with me
I'd somehow become exactly who I prayed I'd never be
And the worst part of it was how plainly I could see
Distant past repeating, how my own dad was with me
It ends right here

How do I begin to heal
Wounds forever concealed
Words are mere echoes of the world
What I need is more than real

[Sally Pilkington]
I was in my jammies watering the lettuces
And the garlic when I suddenly came over nauseous
I knew something had happened, then of course I got the call
From Louise to tell me Dad's been taken into hospital
Through the bleeping gloom I gaze upon him lying there
Take a sponge, wet his lips, stroke his cheek and gently comb his hair
I don't know if he can hear us but I think he can
I whisper "I love you" - yes, I'm sure he squeezed my hand
We're all right here, Dad
[Richard and Sally]
Now do we begin to heal
Wounds forever revealed
Words are the foundations of the world
What we've made is more than real