Text: Herman Düne. Giant. Bristol.

On the bus back from Bristol, we talked about death
And we talked about a friend that I'd spent some time with
Once or twice a year

We got to your house, all cold and out of breath
Your child was asleep
We sat down and you offered us a beer

You said : "Do you know what happened today ?"
And I said : "No"

He was family to millions
All over the evening news
But I tend to keep away from the press, the TV and the radio

I like to keep my mind clean
When i can i always choose
To focus on what's here and
Not know what the world wants me to know

You said : "Would you want some tea or another drink ?"
And I said : "No"

We'd had sun in Bristol and
Fun with friends in London
And an awesome time as usual on tops of hills
In Leeds

We listened to Fred Neil
It sounded dark with the loudness on
You whispered to me
People whisper when a baby sleeps

You said : "Will you need an extra blanket ?"
And I said : "No"

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