Lyrics: 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.