Summer Camp from Good Grief by Bitter Calm
Tracklist
| 6. | Summer Camp | 6:38 |
Lyrics
You can fall into faith
for a few final weeks.
You can follow your process
and lose all this sleep for good now.
We're stuck to the pages
of a book that you read
when you were young.
It spoke of this too.
Son, don't forget–
your place is right there in the sky now.
Fall down– you couldn't believe if you tried.
To find you,
sift through this pile
of postcards from summer camp,
bearing the weight of the world as we separate
into the parts that never add up.
Now I must recreate who I am.
In search of a lighthouse,
we've run up aground.
And how perfectly fateful–
we've never been found, I guess.
I've been thinking about all the times
you left your own head–
never left mine.
There's room for you too.
Son, don't forget–
you're losing your place in the sky now.
Fall down– you couldn't believe if you tried.
To find you,
sing me the songs
that you learned back in summer camp,
bury the weight of the words as they separate
into the parts we could never add up.
Now I must recreate who I am.
They always told me–
no matter how bad it got–
you were too stubborn to die.
They said we were too stubborn to die.
