Tower Bridge Is closing And all of Bermondsey Is asleep
Streetlight walks the waters Rising fast and dark and deep
Well is your work of art so heavy That it will not let you live?
You’ll be missed
Soon there’ll be flowers in the river Tears being shed
You’ll be missed
So life has blessed you with a gift boy That you’ve gone and thrown away
And with it your whole future And left behind your family
They’re throwing flowers in the river Prayers are being said
You’ll be missed
They’re throwing flowers in the river Where your body cold was found
And you’re missed You’re missed
Now I sit down here at low tide And I wait for the Peregrines
Stephen this is where I live now That I have overcome my demons
And have grown out of that thinking That would not me live or give
I throw my flowers in the river Tears are being shed You are missed
And the poem reads And I remember the day you told me that The sun, the sun, the sun
The sun is often out
Why didn’t you KNOW that
And yes The sun, the sun, the sun Is often out
I wish I had known you better
Was your work of art so heavy That it would not let you live? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
