Recovery (feat. Emily Rogers)

When they relieved her of her death He was waiting for her, outside She returned to him colder, raw Now she looked to him older, he saw He had to focus on practical matters Dinner Appointments Grief And he knew he had one job to do: Get her through When she became the sea He became a rock And she goes with the change And she says she's okay, okay? As each day finds, a new part breaks Every night on the hour she wakes Living a nightmare with no one to turn to She falls some, she flies some She laughs some, she dies some And he gives her more space every day What can he say? When she became the earth He became the air But grief has no distance, it's yours to bear Just make sure the pain isn't all you share When the next chapter's suddenly blank Find the words Rewrite the space So she waters the plants And she opens the mail, why not Some days catching him feeling a ghost And detaching from living, almost He has to focus on practical matters Fighting the urge to forget it was real While she needs to know she's not alone every meal And to understand his reason why He doesn't cry When she became the light He became the trees When she became the warmth He became the breeze She said, "We can't keep changing form Our world is shaking, every night's a storm" "Tell me," he said, "What you'd like to be 'Cause to be like you, is all I want for me" And so, as dust, that very day The two took hands And blew away