Lyrics

"momma you were moaning
now they’re mowing over grass above you
the lily flower of the funeral
dirt still barely wet dates still to be set
in stone etching that we loved you

couldn’t even cry when I was trying to feel it all
at once all small things forgot
broad strokes of black ain’t no coming back
forever forever is a far away place

nobody can tell me how to feel
I know what is real for me
no nobody can tell me how to be
in the face of losing

getting on the plane and listening to your favorite song
I’m sinking but taking off
ashes in a vile a picture where we smile
is all that I can carry

nobody can tell me how to feel
I know what is real for me
no nobody can tell me how to be
in the face of losing

wishing that this came with instructions
some type of direction for this part
but if I read the script till the end then
I wouldn’t start

nobody can tell me how to feel
I know what is real for me
no nobody can tell me how to be
in the face of losing "