Yayi

Staring at your armchair I could cry Where you used to be, watching your movies Saturdays still feel strange Your memory takes me To afternoons in front of the screen Fixing up your sound system you'd be Smiling when it hits the spot Talking bout the planes in Top Gun And welding up ships in the sixties Hiding under tables from Japanese bombs Beautiful stories come to stuttering ends We sat by your bedside as the lights start to dim No more suffering, we're at the bookend Survived by a life well spent It's hard to see you lose your composure And cry when we clean you up Dying days are hard to take Sometimes you held a smiling face I miss you everyday Beautiful stories come to stuttering ends We sat by your bedside as the lights start to dim No more suffering, we're at the bookend Survived by a life well spent Survived by a happy ascent Survived by a wife you loved till the end Survived by your family with beautiful memories With you in front of your flat screen tv