All I ask is to live each moment free from the last.
Or, more fittingly...
Now i'm walking again to the beat of a drum, and i'm counting the steps to the door of your heart.
I've just heard in the news. My brain...I can't seem to find the words. I'm just typing on autopilot, I can't even physically speak except to utter the same words over and over again: "Oh my God, oh my God."
Farewell, Paul Hester, you beautiful soul.