A Place For Grief - Graham Coxon

Burning mirror breaking down to sand free from jails of form

The black water future I see, so hard to drain

The small child in everyone is forced to bleed to live life again

The light ever closer we believe is only a place for grief

Every life’s so small, we call it precious

And every soul is so loved above

Days glide through a skin of open pores stretched on bended frames

Years long on sanded banks around your shores counting every grain

Words form poisoned worlds I never see, so hard to hear

Ring the bell of truth in every dream, no life, no fear

Every night brings disasters to our rooms a life time inside you