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Winhill/Losehill - The Grief Pt. 1 lyrics

Artist: Winhill/Losehill

album: The Grief


The grief was already old
When I told you about it
Look, I said, see that little bird
That's it, up there in the pine
No, the third one to the right
That used to be my mother
Then you took me by the hand
The sand was wet where we stood
We stepped out on the jetty
You let me carry you
You let me carry you
You let me carry you
Winter had shoved it aside
You saw what I pointed out
I watched how doubt filled your eyes
You sighed: But dad, don't you see
It's just a tree, not a bird
Maybe it's your memory
And it grows by the water
You let me carry you
You let me carry you
You let me carry you
Winter had shoved it aside
I'd tried but couldn't fix it
I'd tried but couldn't fix it
The grief was already old

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