Phil Hughes is yours and Phil Hughes is mine

Your heart’s fallen out and your tears have all but made it to the ground

You can’t make no sense of any of this

This was not supposed to happen on a field of cricket

This was not supposed to happen to one of us

This was not supposed to

Happen

It’s just a game, fuck, it’s just a game

Why is the game fucking us so

My best mate’s a gonner
Fell face flat in front of my eyes
Where are the doctors
When will they bring him back to life?

Fuck, what have I done
It was only 135 kmph, son
Fuck, what have I done
You just bowled the ball, son

Fuck, what have I done
He just missed the ball, son
Fuck, what have I done?
It wasn’t a beamer, it didn’t slip from your hand, you bowled as you did, a hundred thousand times before
Fuck, what have I done?
Don’t crucify yourself, son
Help them help you pull the blame and the pain apart, they’re not one and the same, they’re not one and the shame

I know now he’s a country boy from a banana farm and if cricket didn’t happen he’d still be peeling away

I know his smile better than any cricket smile

It’s etched so deep and etched so young

It’s etched so deep makes you wanna weep

The way he talks with a nervous stutter

I wanna protect him when we go back Live

And the cricket plays out

The way it was s’posed to play out

And I hardly knew him

And I hardly saw him play

Yet in spite of those low scores and no scores against spin

How I loved the way he stretched all over the place

And sort of smothered the spin

And I’ve never said that before except in my mind

And there was this bugger called Dennis Freedman

Who went on and on for the last many months on twitter

How he should play for country

Just look at those scores

And he didn’t stop there

He went on and on

And I feel so sad for him.

But we all feel Dennis’ pain

And it’s not because we thought he should play for country

But because we saw cricket die before our eyes

Because we saw a bit of ourselves die

Put out your bats

Hang out your tears to dry

Hang your heart on the line

Phil Hughes is yours and Phil Hughes is mine.