Derek Webb - Good Grief lyrics
[Derek Webb - Good Grief lyrics]
Are you tempted to believe that
You don’t have a choice
You’ve been screaming off your head and
Now you’ve lost your voice
That you inherited the curse and
Everything your daddy said
It's compounding like a chorus or
The interest on your debt
It’s not funny how momentum can tell
A lie to your face
And before you know it there’s a bet
On every horse in the race
And sunk costs are loading up your gun
It wasn’t wasted time
Not a wasted dime or a tear
It’s such a sweet relief
Such a good, good grief to get here
No hills on which to die
No reason and no rhyme
Just chaos coming down and
The meaning we assign
And that’s not nothing
Oh it’s kind of everything
It’s the scars that I can finger
It’s a song that I can sing
It’s the way her hair falls around her face
It wasn’t wasted time
Not a wasted dime or a tear
It’s such a sweet relief
Such a good, good grief to get here
For every season there’s a
Burning sun breaking through
It puts the shadows underneath your feet
If you move to the rhythm
Of it's crashing love
It wasn’t wasted time
Not a wasted dime or a tear
It’s such a sweet relief
Such a good, good grief to get here
You don’t have a choice
You’ve been screaming off your head and
Now you’ve lost your voice
That you inherited the curse and
Everything your daddy said
It's compounding like a chorus or
The interest on your debt
It’s not funny how momentum can tell
A lie to your face
And before you know it there’s a bet
On every horse in the race
And sunk costs are loading up your gun
It wasn’t wasted time
Not a wasted dime or a tear
It’s such a sweet relief
Such a good, good grief to get here
No hills on which to die
No reason and no rhyme
Just chaos coming down and
The meaning we assign
And that’s not nothing
Oh it’s kind of everything
It’s the scars that I can finger
It’s a song that I can sing
It’s the way her hair falls around her face
It wasn’t wasted time
Not a wasted dime or a tear
It’s such a sweet relief
Such a good, good grief to get here
For every season there’s a
Burning sun breaking through
It puts the shadows underneath your feet
If you move to the rhythm
Of it's crashing love
It wasn’t wasted time
Not a wasted dime or a tear
It’s such a sweet relief
Such a good, good grief to get here