my grandfather's name was moon because his eyes were bright and round and no amount of time or liquor could dull them my grandmother's name was joy because it spilled out of her heart and bathed her precious children in its warmth and there was happiness in life beyond the sorrow and the pain but how they ever found it i cannot explain i guess time has a way of making everything alright it's just there is not enough of it and so we drink and we sing and we celebrate this lie and hope that it will last morning is here night has passed my grandfather was a doctor he cured the sick with his kind hands and he taught me how to sail and how to find dry land my grandmother was all sweetness and when she spoke we all heard bells and they rang in such a way that we were comforted and they held on to each other with all the strength they had and they loved with devotion beyond what i understand but i guess fear has a way of making sleep unbearable and the days seem dark and long but we cry and we dance and we stumble into love with perfect, awkward grace the moon is gone and the sun has took its placeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
