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