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lyrics
'Wake up coffee cigarette. Check skin check garden check email. Not a thought of you... until: walk to grave pain cigarette. Dance with you and follow you beyond. But then someone says: Fuck the first 6 months, you fucking miserable sod. Spot-on, gentlemen, spot-on. You see, two years ago to the day was the happiest day in our life. Spot off, gentlemen, spot off please. Miserable sod. Fuck piss shit. The happiest day in our life. Wake up coffee cigarette. Check skin check garden check email. Not a thought of you... until:'
All that you were is still here. The silence, the clean empty house
The unkempt lawn, the wilting roses, your cats and your dresses and books
Summer is here again, without you without you within
The sky is wide, your eagle soars, the thyme on your grave’s taken roots
All that you were is in me. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
You were me and I was you, now I’m nothing – the bleeding sky
I wish I could believe that we will meet again one warm sunny day
But we won’t, and all that I have are your pictures, perfumes and love
The evening sun streams through the blinds, fills the hospice room with liquid gold
The sun sets behind the half-drawn blinds, you hold your lover’s hands
His eyes stare blank at the corner wall, the serum drip drains into his veins
They told you that his time has come, his body’s lost the fight
You don’t even know if he knows you’re here, and here come the long, dark night
You can tell us by the darkness in our smile
We’ll be there for you when you need us in your darkest hour
I tell the old man that my wife has died, the flood gates open wide
His love of more than 55 years has cancer in her dying lungs
We look at each other in the gathering dark in the kitchen light
I know what’s coming and he knows I know
Our eyes turn dark, he says, ‘you’ve been there’
You can tell us by the darkness in our smile
We’ll be there for you when you need us in your darkest hour
I will hold you, I will swirl you | I will spin you, I will raise you high
I will hold you, I will swirl you | I will spin you, I will raise you into the Light
Dance with you, dance with me into the Light
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