You don't have much time left so
Let's use up what we got
Yeah, it's on days like this I
Wish we believed in God
You're lookin' back at your life
I'm looking forward at mine
It's true but it don't make sense
That we're both running out of time
Remember Thomas the Tank Engine
And the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night
Remember the way you drove
Those London roads
Had to hold on for my life
You were like, Fee-fi-fo-fum, coming up the stairs
We'd laugh, me and Jack, saying: Papa, I'm scared
Now I'm really scared
You talk just like the old you
And then you start to cough
I'm tryin' to be strong but
It's obvious I'm not
You're lookin' back at your life
I'm looking forward at mine
It's true but it don't make sense
That we're both running out time
Remember Thomas the Tank Engine
And the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night
Remember the way you drove
Those London roads
Had to hold on for my life
You were like, Fee-fi-fo-fum, coming up the stairs
We'd laugh, me and Jack, saying: Papa, I'm scared
But now I'm really scared
Message received Friday, May 31st
At 11:33 p. M
Joe, I'm in fucking Buckley Ward I think
Room eight, and I'm really knackered and
I really wanna go to bed
We'll always remember Thomas the Tank Engine
And the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night
Remember the way you drove
Those London roads
Had to hold on for my life
You were like, Fee-fi-fo-fum, coming up the stairs
We'd laugh, me and Jack, saying: Papa, I'm scared
Now I'm really scared
Okay I'll speak to you perhaps tomorrow morning
Okay I love you darling