The Current

Grief has the swiftness of a current That pushes you right back into the shore And time is the master of all extensions And the cruelty of cutting them too short I would be lying if I said I had the answer to anything I would be a fool if I said I wasn't, wasn't still searching I'm lost in the see of all this losing Somehow it's my only sense of self I'd die if I had to go on without you But somehow you are gone and yet my heart is beating still I would be lying if I said I had the answer to anything I would be a fool if I said I wasn't, wasn't still searching Ohh I would be lying if I said I had the answer to anything I would be a fool if I said I wasn't, wasn't still searching Grief has the swiftness of a current That pushes you right back into the shore