The Thing About Grief — текст песни (Clare Bowditch And The Feeding Set)

The thing about grief is
It knows what I did and
It knows what I did not say.
It sentenced me to a life of excavating
Things my little head can not understand
But I patched it all together with string andn rubber bands.

The thing about grief is
Few people know that the I goes before the E
And it`s hard to give away because it`s
The last thing you gave to me.
I`ve scrambled it together and
Collaged it in a lighted frame
Sometimes I`m scared to speak your name.

Ooh you were young a beautiful
You should have grown to be old
Like I`ll grow old - no you will not.
You left me here to join the dots
I`m gonna speak them.

The thing about grief is
It took what I loved and it buried her deep away.
It makes no sense but it`s interesting in it`s own way.
Some days I still assume I`m gonna see your face again
But I always assume.

The thing about grief is
It gets kind`ve boring for the
People who don`t yet know.
Your friends - some they will wander off and
Most will wish you`d just move on sister.
But black is the colour `cause it
Doesn`t seem to have an end
I`ve heard it changes and
You`ll make new friends.

Oooh - you were young a beau-ti-ful.
You should have grown to be old
I will grow old, no you will not.
You left me here to join the dots.
I`m gonna speak them.