I did not save the pieces
I could have saved the pieces
I still have the vase in gold
I still have one vase to hold
You were the musical one
You were the devoted son
One firebird, one feather
Rainy North Vancouver weather
Sad that I’m not there with you
Sad that I’m not there
You were the musical one
You were the beloved son
A photo of your mother
In the snow with umbrella
You are the brother with grace
Steady like a six-string bass
You are the musical one
You are the beloved son
Christmas present in the post
Birthday present in the post
Sad that I’m not there with you
Soon I will be there
Play a British prog-rock tune
Play a new wave goth-pop tune
