paroles de chanson Will I Be Missed - Colin Buchanan

Well the man who invented the iPhone,
Couldn't wait to see what he'd do next.
With his little round glass, his joggers,
His jeans and his black turtleneck.
He was a visionary, a genius, an icon.
Oh, the magical gadgets he made.
He put a ding in the universe.
Then he lay down in the grave.

Will I be missed? What will they say?
There's just a few who will notice that I've gone away.
The noise of the living drowns out the dead.
What they thought, and they learned, and they did, and they said.
Well, sorrow blows by, tears will be gone,
No one gets missed for long.

Well, just think for a moment of Caesar.
He ruled the empire of Rome.
He was top of the stack 'til that knife in the back
And then Julius Caesar was gone.
Sure, he got quite a few statues.
Sure, we remember his name.
But the great and the small, the one and the all,
Will come and will go just the same.

Will we be missed? What will they say?
There's just a few who will notice that we've gone away.
The noise of the living drowns out the dead.
What they thought, and they learned, and they did, and they said.
Well, sorrow blows by, tears will be gone,
No one gets missed for long.

When the flowers that they sent start to wither,
And the moss starts to grow on the stone,
The living will get on with living
And the dead will just leave them alone.
I'm just a mist, blowing away.
Born in the morning, live for a day.
The body, the blood, the bread and the wine,
Taking and breaking this curse of the dying.
Well, sorrow will pass, tears will be gone,
I won't be missed for long.