Real Death 歌詞

Death is real Someone's there and then they're not And it's not for singing about It's not for making into art When real death enters the house, all poetry is dumb When I walk into the room where you were And look into the emptiness instead All fails My knees fail My brain fails Words fail Crusted with tears, catatonic and raw I go downstairs and outside and you still get mail A week after you died a package with your name on it came And inside was a gift for our daughter you had ordered in secret And collapsed there on the front steps I wailed A backpack for when she goes to school a couple years from now You were thinking ahead to a future you must have known deep down would not include you Though you clawed at the cliff you were sliding down Being swallowed into a silence that is bottomless and real It's dumb And I don't want to learn anything from this I love you