Текст песни Recovery - Ryan Scott Oliver 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