a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version

13th December

Studio version (2:37)

Dear Father,
I'm allowed to fly
And spend the holidays with you.
How I would love to be bathed in that beautiful light,
But I can't come,
I've too many things to do.

I have not lost any hair yet.
The scar is healing well,
And I am thinking a lot.

Memories keep creeping in,
Memories I do not want,
Like how we would go on Sunday mornings
To the playground in the deserted park
And slide down the slide together.
Are there parks for children in Los Angeles?
If not, tell the little one about it, please.

I was quite happy then.
Say hello to Lou.
With love from afar,

Your son.