More songs by Jasmine Thompson
Description
When all the words have been said, silence remains. That same thick, sticky silence in which you can hear time passing without permission. The world seems the same: the sun still sets to rise again, the grass still sways, the wind still pretends to know where it is blowing. Only inside, something has shifted a couple of millimeters, and everything is no longer in its place.
It's funny and sad at the same time - it's like you're crying, and then suddenly you laugh because you can't help it. Because grief doesn't have to be beautiful, and there is no poetry in it, no matter how hard we search for the right words. Life just goes on. Even if someone in it is no longer walking beside you.
It's sad, not touching. Like a bouquet at a funeral - restrained, but real.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Dad said it best, "Oh, the sun will set only to rise again. "
I say it's funny though my eyes are wet.
Somehow everything's changed, but nothing, I guess.
The words escape me every time.
Not a perfect line.
No poetry in dying.
In my grief,
I laugh as much as cry.
While life without you starts.
While life without you starts tonight.
Oh, tonight.
Maybe I'll stand in an empty field. Walk till the day makes sense.
Maybe I'll see now the window's clean.
That there's nothing to fear but fear itself.
The words escape me every time.
There's no perfect line.
Ain't no poetry in dying.
In my grief, I will laugh as much as cry.
While life without you starts.
While life without you starts tonight.
Mm.
Tonight.
Undecided, not beautiful as flowers at a funeral.
And the words escape me every time.
There's no perfect line.
No poetry in dying.
In my dreams, I laugh as much as cry.
Oh, life without you starts.
While life without you starts. Oh, life without you starts.
While life without you starts tonight.