Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death is a Terrifying Thing, artist - Hotel Books. Album song I'll Leave the Light on Just in Case, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 13.02.2019
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Death is a Terrifying Thing |
Death is a terrifying thing |
I don’t know if it just means I’m getting older, but every day just seems more |
real |
I don’t dwell on it like it’s a monster under the bed that’s out to get me |
I have much more reverence than that, I-I just fear it |
Like I fear God |
But, death has become another taboo topic, where simply asking questions are |
considered ignorance or considered stupidity |
But, the problem is, when I was a kid, I come from such a big family |
So it means that a lot of people died in my life |
And even though I’ve been to a lot of funerals, I still don’t get it |
I still don’t understand what happens, and I definitely don’t understand why we |
have a ceremony for it |
I was told it was to celebrate life, but we did that when we were living |
So when I die |
Burn my body into ashes and use them to fertilize the tree in front of the |
funeral home that used to be my church |
The one across from the car dealership on Henderson in Porterville, California |
The one next to La Mission De Jesús, and make sure the tree hears you say, «You brought the most joy when I was a child, because you provided a place to |
exist outside of the walls I never understood» |
And promise me that the tree will someday die, too so she can see me again |
I still get caught up thinking of death I’ve seen |
When I heard my grandmother died, my mom didn’t say, «Hey, grandma’s dead,» or «Sorry, son, but Grandma’s passed,» she said, «Son, your grandma’s with the Lord |
now. |
She then continued, she’s no longer in pain, she’s no longer sick, |
she’s finally at peace, she’s finally happy.» |
I guess if I was there during her final breath, I would look at her and say, «Thank you, your happiness gives my pain a purpose, I love you.» |
And my quiet resentment |
Turns to love I lose |
I forgot what you said |
I forget what you meant |
Quiet resentment |
Turns to love I lose |
I forgot what you said |
I forget what you meant |
I forget what you meant, I’ve been choking on nothing |
Choking on nothing again |
Hoping for something |
Hoping for something to captivate my head |
Death is real, I don’t need an augmentation of the way that I think |
It’s easy to feel its embrace when your hands are on the edge of a cliff, |
looking at the brink of your own defeat |
And you’re afraid of real failure, so you live for fake success |
You try to trace behavior in your own tattered dress |
Hoping you’ll be in a pine box long enough to feel alive |
The irony is that it’s the only way that we can still fight |
But the moments that you’ll never have back |
I can tell you what I love, but I cannot tell you what I lack |
From what I’ve experienced and what I think I can feel |
You can’t believe in love, if you don’t believe that death is real |