grief by the unit circle

I thought my heart was broken
And it had to be repaired

Grief is a wild beast
You watch it drive me to the edge
Just when I think things can't get worse
I mourn you again
Grief is a strange thing
Sometimes a curse you long for
And I trace over leaves you laid for me
Over into next year

Found your blue heart on the highway
Missing a vertebra
And I couldn't find mine but I knew I could grow one back
Unblessing an angel I blinked and your ghost appeared
And then you were gone for good and you had to be

Grief is a wild beast
You watch it drive me to the edge
Just when I think things can't get worse
I mourn you again
Grief is a strange thing
Sometimes a curse you long for
And I trace over leaves you laid for me
Over into next year

Countless weary nights
Endless desperate tears
All this hope in my heart
That I'll see you one of these years

I thought my heart was broken
And it had to be repaired

I thought my heart was broken
And it had to be repaired

• Experimental
• ambient
• diary
• field recordings
• noise
• Liverpool