On the bus back from Bristol, we talked about deathnAnd we talked about a friend that I'd spent some time withnOnce or twice a yearnnWe got to your house, all cold and out of breathnYour child was asleep nWe sat down and you offered us a beernnYou said : Do you know what happened today ?nAnd I said : NonnHe was family to millionsnAll over the evening newsnBut I tend to keep away from the press, the TV and the radionnI like to keep my mind cleannWhen i can i always choosenTo focus on what's here andnNot know what the world wants me to knownnYou said : Would you want some tea or another drink ?nAnd I said : NonnWe'd had sun in Bristol and nFun with friends in LondonnAnd an awesome time as usual on tops of hillsnIn LeedsnnWe listened to Fred NeilnIt sounded dark with the loudness onnYou whispered to menPeople whisper when a baby sleepsnnYou said : Will you need an extra blanket ?nAnd I said : No