Levi Weaver - The Widow's Song _ The Widower's Song | Текст песни

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• Levi Weaver
• The Widow's Song _ The Widower's Song

And now you're gone and I'm still home.
I sort through rooms and stacks of souvenirs you left when you moved on.
I change the light, change the sheets;
give away what I can't use and hold the things
I need to keep, but this dream was yours;
it's in a language I can't speak.
It sounds familiar in my ears,
but like a tune I can't repeat
And I've been writing down the things
that I'm afraid I might forget:
the stories you can't ever tell again.
‘Cause I'm not ready for your legacy to end.
I check the mail,
I check my phone like I'm expecting something soon; like you might be coming home.
I am a limb torn from a chest.
My nerves still twitch me 'cross the room,
but I feel so directionless.
My blood is old;
my love is yours,
and soon I'll leave this house and run to where you've gone along before
’Til then I'm writing down the things that I'm afraid I might forget: the stories you can't ever tell again. 'Cause I'm not ready for the healing to begin

From the day we met,
I knew I didn't deserve you,
but I've got Jonah's scorching rage at your depart.
I'll probably burn this house to ashes to observe you; lay right down and let the flames become your arms. And I've been screaming since your voice no longer could, so in silence now, I boil ‘til I shake.
I only wish this house of ours was so much bigger;
I want the flames to light the sky across the state
Rage to the rain;
to the waste you left me