It’s still here, the sorrow,
even as I make carrot soup,
even as I laugh at a joke,
even as I stand by the bonfire and sing,
it’s still here, blood deep, helix deep,
dream deep, still here
this grief I would never wish away.
It’s still here, the sorrow,
even as I make carrot soup,
even as I laugh at a joke,
even as I stand by the bonfire and sing,
it’s still here, blood deep, helix deep,
dream deep, still here
this grief I would never wish away.