You were playin' "Clair de Lune" in the old front room
She loved it loud and a touch out of tune
You were holdin' on like hell when the silence finally fell
And I held your hand while your organs failed
I'm playin' "Clair de Lune" in your old bedroom
They said you'd make it through, but they spoke too soon
And I'm holdin' on like hell, drinkin' water from the well
While your father tries to fight back tears
