The Sun Is Often Out - Patrick Wolf

Tower Bridge

Is closing

And all of Bermondsey

Is asleep

Streetlight walks the waters

Rising fast and dark and deep

Well is your work of art so heavy

That it will not let you live?

You’ll be missed

Soon there’ll be flowers in the river

Tears being shed

You’ll be missed

So life has blessed you with a gift boy

That you’ve gone and thrown away

And with it your whole future

And left behind your family

They’re throwing flowers in the river

Prayers are being said

You’ll be missed

They’re throwing flowers in the river

Where your body cold was found

And you’re missed

You’re missed

Now I sit down here at low tide

And I wait for the Peregrines

Stephen this is where I live now

That I have overcome my demons

And have grown out of that thinking

That would not me live or give

I throw my flowers in the river

Tears are being shed

You are missed

And the poem reads

And I remember the day you told me that

The sun, the sun, the sun

The sun is often out

Why didn’t you KNOW that

And yes

The sun, the sun, the sun

Is often out

I wish I had known you better

Was your work of art so heavy

That it would not let you live?