Patrick Wolf The Sun Is Often Out
Tower Bridge is closing
And all of Bermondsey's asleep
Street light walks are watered
Rising fast and dark and deep
Well is your work of art so heavy that it will not let you live?
youll be missed
Soon there'll be Flowers in the river,
Tears been shed,
You'll be missed.
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 are missed.
They're throwing flowers in the river
where your body cold was found, you are missed.
Missed.
Now I stand here at low tide,
And I wait for the pedigrees
I stood, and this is where i live now
and i have overcome my Day and age.
I have grown out of that thinking
that would not let me live
or give.
I throw my flowers in the river
The tears have been shed, you are missed
and the poem reads, I remember the days, they told me that the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun is often out.
Why didn't you know that the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun is often out.
I wish I known you better
The sun, the sun, the sun, the sun is often out.
Was your work of art so heavy, that it would not let you live?
