[Verse 1]
You were playing Clair de Lune in the old front room
She loved it loud and a touch out of tune
You were holding on like hell when the silence finally fell
And I held your hand while your organs failed

[Verse 2]
I'm playing Clair de Lune in your old bedroom
They said you'd make it through but they spoke to soon
And I'm holding on like hell, drinking water from the well
While your father tries to fight back tears