There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.
Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
And I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On this lonely barricade at dawn.
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more
So yeah I did this thing after watching the new episode and having so many feels cos the Doctor is just so damaged and hurt inside and I want to make it all better. I was just reminded of it when he was going on about losing people. When I made the connection, I curled up in a ball and cried for a minute or so and then started scouring the internet for GIFs to make this. I know it's heart-wrenching, but my inner Steven Moffat has come out to play tonight. Enjoy...or cry your eyes out. Whichever suits your fancy.
-Brittney the Consulting Timelord
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