Keaton Henson - The Grand Old Reason lyrics

While the grand old reason
Pulls outs it tether
While you lay black and blue
Under the weather the dark tries light
Dips it's toe in the water
And faith means death
Time's cruel younger daughter

And you sing songs of the
Rhyme and the reason
Press your weary face to the
Glass of the season with hope on your breath
And a prayer in the evening
Well, if you believed
I believe you'd be leaving
But, you, much like I, don't know where
When we die we will go
So we cling, desperate fingers onto life
And we'll all miss you to death when you go

All the crows land wild
On the lungs of our youth
While the rain beats hard
On the slates of the roof
Where you just try to sleep
In a haze of medication on New Year's Eve
Through the sound of elation

The bastard's home is a hospital bed
Where the life drains so gladly
From your greying head
Oh, I'm so broken down that I cannot be made
I'm just so fucking sorry that you are afraid

But like you, I have tried for so long
Not to cry
That I don't even know if I can when you die
But, I'm sure, as damn hell gonna try
Oh, I am sure, as damn hell gonna try