(Verse 1) The clock strikes twelve, the sandwiches unfold Another lunchtime story, a tale often told Of Hugo the fly, with wings of dusty grey He’d buzz in on schedule, come what may. Not for a bite, no, just a curious nose Around the crusts and pickles, wherever the aroma goes. (Verse 2) We named him Hugo, silly as it seems A tiny companion, woven into our dreams Of quiet lunchbreaks, a moment to breathe With Hugo circling, a silent reprieve. He wasn’t a pest, just a presence so small A little grey shadow answering freedom's call. (Chorus) But the clock struck twelve today and he didn’t appear An empty space above us, filled with growing fear. No buzzing hello, no delicate flight Just silence hanging heavy in the midday light. Hugo’s gone missing, vanished from view And we don't know what happened, or if it is true. (Verse 3) We scanned the windowpane, the ceiling so white Hoping to catch a glimpse of his familiar sight. Did a spider get him? A sudden cold breeze? Or did he simply fly off, amongst the trees? The questions keep circling, just like he used to do A tiny grey ghost haunting me and you. (Chorus) But the clock struck twelve today and he didn’t appear An empty space above us, filled with growing fear. No buzzing hello, no delicate flight Just silence hanging heavy in the midday light. Hugo’s gone missing, vanished from view And we don't know what happened, or if it is true. (Bridge) It sounds absurd to grieve for a fly, I know But he was our fly, watching our lunches grow. A small, fragile life, a fleeting embrace Leaving an emptiness in this familiar place. (Outro) The sandwiches are eaten, the lunchbreak is done But something feels broken beneath the sun. Hugo’s gone missing… and we may never know Where did he fly to? Where did he go?
