I remember buskers played this song outside the club when we came out of the Boy George gig in Edinburgh. Kristine and I had travelled that day from Bucharest to Scottland with Paul and George, with a stop at Heathrow. So there was plenty of time to 'sit down'. That was over a year ago, and this clip is a dedication. I love the song and the lyrics.---I sing myself to sleep A song from the darkest hourSecrets I can't keepInside of the daySwing from high to deepExtremes of sweet and sourHope that God existsI hope I prayDrawn by the undertowMy life is out of controlI believe this wave will bear my weightSo let it flowOh sit downSit down next to meSit downIn sympathyNow I'm relieved to hear That you've been to some far out placesIt's hard to carry onWhen you feel all aloneNow I've swung back down againIt's worse than it was beforeIf I hadn't seen such richesI could live with being poorThose who feel the breath of sadnessSit down next to meThose who find they're touched by madnessSit down next to meThose who find themselves ridiculousSit down next to meIn love, in fear, in hate, in tears

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