Grief Year from other ghosts by Panic Grass
Tracklist
| 1. | Grief Year | 6:09 |
Lyrics
The new hum sound drowns out hope
Shaking like a toothache when the
Body of the boy is brought back home
A headful of hum like the choked breath
From the throat or the lungs
An illness nobody knows
Swallowing the snake oil that she sold
No wonder we heard the carnival chorus
Shadow people darting corners
The circus calls their clown back home
Ashes through fingers worked to the bone
An illness nobody knows
Swallowing the snake oil that she sold
An illness nobody knows
Fingers worked to the bone
The remnants of fire, a phantom of smoke
An evil that lurks while sharing my home
Feeding on pain, a mockery of hope
The deepest recesses of body & mind
The secret places dreams go to die
The tyranny of shoulds whisper in time
In beaten measures and redundant rhyme
A fire in the throat
When what we worked our fingers to the bone for
Bore fruit no more, we shut off the lights
For the last time gooseberry eyes alight
Before the choked off warrior's cry
A fire in the throat
And as I made myself small to you
I took up too much space, isolated from the
True love of true friends as the beginning and
In the end I made a big mistake opening up to you
