A you I'd not seen before, climbed through the open door And nothing prepared me for what was to be in store The panic upon your face took hold of your usual grace When asked for advice I couldn't find the words to say But there's no need to apologise for talking this way I just hope that you will be okay Since I'm always facing in Thought I understood the things that I'd Need to hear when everythings about to sink And I'd not felt more powerless than what you said what you said I can't quite convey how much you mean to all of us But there's no need to apologise for talking me this way I just hope that you will be okay There's a raincloud following us round Striking when we're least prepared Is there a way that I can explain how much those around you care?