Youth Group - Spry Griever Lyrics
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- Youth Group
- Urban & Eastern [2001], Track 12 ()
- 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 its breadth.
Your breath
still hangs inside the receiver.
The leavee has it harder than the leaver.