Remembering is a hard feeling
I think it was slow tide
you had helped me to run my kite through the wind
I'll miss you, but I understand your pain
so I persevered even in the rain
But your body is sick
and your mind is without hope
So you go upstairs to the attic
and you climb a chair to hang the rope
Remembering is a good feeling
I think we were so far
you offered me that guitar to play with
I'll miss you, but I understand your choice
I'll always hear your voice
But your body is sick
and your mind is without hope
So you go upstairs to the attic
and you climb a chair to hang the rope
It seems that you had to bury yourself all alone
but you're a family member, more than anyone
Now your heart is in peace like a dove, and your neck is broken
so we all give our love, to bring you up to heaven
I think it was slow tide
you had helped me to run my kite through the wind
I'll miss you, but I understand your pain
so I persevered even in the rain
But your body is sick
and your mind is without hope
So you go upstairs to the attic
and you climb a chair to hang the rope
Remembering is a good feeling
I think we were so far
you offered me that guitar to play with
I'll miss you, but I understand your choice
I'll always hear your voice
But your body is sick
and your mind is without hope
So you go upstairs to the attic
and you climb a chair to hang the rope
It seems that you had to bury yourself all alone
but you're a family member, more than anyone
Now your heart is in peace like a dove, and your neck is broken
so we all give our love, to bring you up to heaven