Lyrics Graham Coxon – A Place For Grief

Walls bleed pictures bend their fractured frames features on canvas torn
Burning mirror breaking down to sand free from jails of form
The black water future I see, so hard to drain
The small child in everyone is forced to bleed to live life again

Every life’s so small, we call it precious
And every soul is so loved above

Days glide through a skin of open pores stretched on bended frames
Years long on sanded banks around your shores counting every grain
Words form poisoned worlds I never see, so hard to hear
Ring the bell of truth in every dream, no life, no fear
Every night brings disasters to our rooms a life time inside you