Lyrics Good Grief - Commodo

So what would you little maniacs like to do first
Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
Shut my eyes and count to ten
It goes in one ear out the other, one way out the other
Burning bright right till the end
Now you'll be missing the from the photographs,
Missing from the photographs
Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
In my thoughts you're far away
You're whistling a melody, whistling a melody
Crystallizing clear as day
Oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily
What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it
What's gonna left of the world oh
Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers
Caught off guard by your favourite song
Oh I'll be dancing at the funeral, dancing at the funeral
Sleeping in the clothes you love
It's a shame we had to see them burn, shame that we had to see them burn
What's gonna be left in the world if you are gone
What's gonna left of the world oh