If there's Sunday in their eyes,
And they can't disguise it,
Half-sick of shadows greyer than the fair Elaine knows.
It's four hours after twelve,
And you're scared of yourself
feeling so afraid like a child in an air-raid.

And if there's only one reason
To live in this world,
I'll find it...
And if there's only one reason
To give of yourself, ask the lonely and the dying.

If you're drowning in the doubt,
As the candle goes out,
Faces at the window and a whispering that won't go.
Focus on the dawn
And the promise of morning,
Look ahead of Winter
Let the breath of Summer into you.
And if there's only one reason...
Ask the lonely and the dying...
They're always waiting for morning
Always waiting for light to come around
Always waiting for morning
And the light to come shining in...

And if there's only one reason
To live in this world,
Ask the lonely and the dying.