Songteksten

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
Writer(s): Andrew Woodson Black, Thomas Bartlett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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