[Verse 1]
I am breathing the cold air that's left
And my cheek is pressed against the floor
That is old and dirty evermore
As my spirit or whatever starts to flail
And the angels in their lab coats stare
As my thoughts disperse and turn to air
And I'm somewhere up above the scene
[Chorus]
Who's gonna play me now?
Who's gonna play me now?
Oh no
[Verse 2]
I can see you in the village below
Now I'm somewhere up beside the sun
Where my heart and mind have turned to one
And I'm thinking of a hotel before
Where the blinds are down against the moon
That is drawing lines across the room
And I'm somewhere in between it all
[Chorus]
Who's gonna play me now?
Who's gonna play me now?
Oh no
Who's gonna play me now?
Oh no
[Outro]
Ooh-ooh
Now I'm staring at a postcard on the floor
That has found a home behind my desk
With the books of words and lines of text
That I spent a lifetime learning
Yet, there is nothing left
Philip Seymour Hoffman was written by Richard Walters.
Philip Seymour Hoffman was produced by Eliot James.
Richard Walters released Philip Seymour Hoffman on Fri Nov 17 2023.
Philip Seymour Hoffman was a huge hero of mine and I was heartbroken when he died…this is me imagining his final moments, the slipping away and weird things one might imagine as the lights go out (‘I’m thinking of a hotel before..’) Quite dreamlike and surreal. Who could ever play him better than he...