Tim Arnold - When The Sun Shines

I’m on the set of an unmade movie with mary gertrude toovey
It’s on her tomb, she died in 1928
Every day i take her lilies all the way from piccadilly
But now they call me to move her to another grave

Don’t leave me, i don’t want to let you go
Don’t leave me, i don’t want to let you go
Don’t leave me, i don’t want to let you go

I took a photograph to capture time
When i saw the epitaph it made me cry. it read:

“nothing really mattеrs when the sun shines”

I miss tеlling her stories and the way she would ignore me
A captive audience that always understood

And one day i took a train with a plastic bag full of her remains
I took ‘em to her great grandson in boreham wood

Don’t leave me, i don’t want to let you go
Don’t leave me, i don’t want to let you go
Don’t leave me, i don’t want to let you go

And when he took her in, he spoke seven words
The greatest thing i’d ever heard he said:
“nothing really matters when the sun shines”

Don’t leave me, i don’t want to let you go
Don’t leave me, i don’t want to let you go
Don’t leave me, i don’t want to let you go

“nothing really matters when the sun shines”