作词 : Andrew Woodson Black/Thomas Wayland Bartlett
作曲 : Andrew Woodson Black/Thomas Wayland Bartlett
You were playing Clair de Lune in the old front room
She loved it loud and a touch out of tune
You were holding on like hell when the silence finally fell
And I held your hand while your organs failed
Iʼm playing Clair de Lune in your old bedroom
They said youʼd make it through but they spoke to soon
And Iʼm holding on like hell drinking water from the well
While your father tries to fight back tears