Clare Bowditch And The Feeding Set - The Thing About Grief lyrics

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 a**ume I'm gonna see your face again But I always a**ume. 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.