Lyrics: Finn Arild and Elin H. Aasheim

He came home late from work,
called out “I’m home” - as usual.
No answer, but then he heard
running water above.

Up a floor, wanting to surprise you.
In the door, your eyes wide open.

You lay broken on the floor,
your skin toned white to blue.
Blood on the tiles - you were not
breathing anymore.

Belief didn’t come at first.

How you die -
tragedy is no less just for one.
If a thousand people
lost the one they loved;
the hurt is nothing less for only one.

Voice coming through his fog,
taking statement, it was hard
to remember times and all -
all they wanted to know.

Up a floor, wanting to surprise you.
In the door, your eyes wide open.

You’re carried out - sheet over face.
His loss takes hold of him.
No earthquake or act of war,
just a soap on the bathroom floor.

He couldn’t believe it.

Elin Aasheim: Backing vocals.
Simon Hausmann: Sax.
Finn Arild: Vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards and programming.

The loss of a loved one is no less tragic when the cause is mundane.