Текст песни Loss - Live - The Weather Station

You lay in bed
The sun streams in the blinds
Sweat soaked through your shirt
Lay your hand across your eyes
Every other part of you hurt

From inside the confines of the story
That everything would be alright
It was only so wide you could open your eyes
You could only let in so much light
But you knew, the story had never been true

Loss is loss, is loss, is loss
Is loss, is loss, is loss

What was it last night she said?
At some point, you'd have to live as if the truth was true
When it gets too hard to not feel
But you do
Not know what you knew

If loss, is loss, is loss, is loss
Is loss, is loss, is loss
Is loss, is loss, is loss
Is loss, is loss, is loss