Текст и слова песни Youth Group – Spry Griever
The window held no answer.
Thoughts still ate my mind like cancer.
I studied the tendons in my hand
But I couldn't understand
Their purpose.
She struggled at the surface.
Now a line of fixed smiles.
Keep your eyes fixed on the roofing tiles,
Just a vacant gaze.
These are strange days to grieve.
A party of dead leaves
And memories.
A series of soft speeches.
Homeboys gather in their breeches.
How can we find words that will
Remember her without sounding trivial.
I know I don't know how.
It comes as sure as the next season.
But I can't find a plausible reason.
We are infinitesimal,
But our grief enwraps us all
In it's breadth.
Your breath
Still hangs inside the receiver.
The leave has it harder than the leaver.
Thoughts still ate my mind like cancer.
I studied the tendons in my hand
But I couldn't understand
Their purpose.
She struggled at the surface.
Now a line of fixed smiles.
Keep your eyes fixed on the roofing tiles,
Just a vacant gaze.
These are strange days to grieve.
A party of dead leaves
And memories.
A series of soft speeches.
Homeboys gather in their breeches.
How can we find words that will
Remember her without sounding trivial.
I know I don't know how.
It comes as sure as the next season.
But I can't find a plausible reason.
We are infinitesimal,
But our grief enwraps us all
In it's breadth.
Your breath
Still hangs inside the receiver.
The leave has it harder than the leaver.
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