The Grand Old Reason

While the grand old reason

Pulls outs it tether

While you lay black and blue

Under the weather

The dark tries light

Dips its 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 believe

I believe you'll 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

In 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 can not 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