Lyrics
Into the room
Where it happened to
I'm so detached from death right now, I just
Don't feel its pain
Into her hands
Drop paper plans that
End up being cymbal crashes
Hissing in my head
Raising up my pulse
A gush of life results
A pack of papers in
Falling on themselves
On the desk
Into the light
He went into the light, but
Souls they may find this
Mystical abbreviation
Doesn't ease my mind
Grandpa, he was
Grandpa, he does, and
Now I say he didn't for the last time
I want to cry
But it won't reach my eyes
People say their prayers
And warm up these stiff chairs
But there's no more
I can't help it, I
I can't help it, I
I can't help it
I can't help it
Grandpa, he was
Grandpa, he does, and
Now I say he didn't for the last time