Tower Bridge is closing and all of Bermondsey's asleep Street light walks are watered, 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 been shed You'll be missed, you'll be missed
See 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 are missed They're throwing flowers in the river where your body cold was found You are missed, missed
Now I sit down here at low tide and I wait for the peregrines Stephen this is where I live now and I have overcome my demons And I have grown out of that thinking that would not let me live or give
I throw my flowers in the river, the tears 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 we know that the sun, the sun, the sun, the sun is often out Wish I had known you better The sun, the sun, the sun, the sun is often out
Was your work of art so heavy that it would not let you live?