A Place for Grief

A Place for Grief - Graham Coxon

Written by：Graham Coxon

Walls bleed

Pictures bend their fractured frames

Features on canvas torn

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