I heard the sounds that you produced without you knowing
We waited decades for the extra on your going
and now you’re gone we share the tallies to be made
and find we’re left to imbibe cider in the shade
there’s those who heal in life and then there’s those who hated
I hope in death you span the rift, that you created
And I’ll remember you by wonders proven true
the things you left behind, you unwitting
it’s not the best of what you think you really do
but it’s the eulogy that others will find fitting
that’s how we remember you
I walked the streets that you redressed, to poverty
and the estates of self-possessed, punters of your party
hissing haze of summer lawns that killed a million cries
around the brickwork ones, where no one ever bought your lies
there’s those who heal in life and then there’s those who hated
I hope to gods you span the rift, that you created
And I’ll remember you by wonders proven true
the things you left behind, you unwitting
it’s not the best of what you think you really do
but it’s the eulogy that others will find fitting
that’s how we remember you
Tomorrow I will land again, and kiss the ground
the good will not be quashed, the bad will come around
that’s how I will honour you
it’s not the best of what you think you really do
but it’s the eulogy that others will find fitting