Patrick Wolf - The Sun Is Often Out lyrics
[Patrick Wolf - The Sun Is Often Out lyrics]
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?
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?