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Babylon Grace - The Things He Never Says
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Текст песни: He wakes before the morning
Before the birds begin
Sits alone beside the window
And lets the daylight in
There's coffee on the table
A guitar against the wall
A photograph of younger men
Who thought they'd seen it all
His daughter says, I love you
He smiles and says it too
But there are things behind his eyes
She knows he can't get through
It's the things he never says
The nights he never names
The faces in his memory
The voices in the rain
It's the things he never says
That follow him to bed
The ones who made it home with him
Still living in his head
He used to love the summer
Fireworks across the sky
Now every sudden sound can take him
Somewhere far away at night
So when the whole town celebrates
He stays inside alone
Turns the television louder
And waits until they're gone
Nobody sees the battle
Nobody hears the sound
They only see a quiet man
When he comes walking through the town
It's the things he never says
The nights he never names
The faces in his memory
The voices in the rain
It's the things he never says
That follow him to bed
The ones who made it home with him
Still living in his head
One Sunday he went driving
To a house he'd never seen
An old woman opened up the door
And knew just what it meant
He held a folded letter
He'd carried all these years
He tried to say, I'm sorry
But the words disappeared
She looked at him for a moment
Then pulled him to her chest
Said, My boy wrote about you
He said you were his best
Don't carry him like punishment
Don't turn his love to pain
He'd want you at your table
He'd want you laughing again
And something in him opened
Something finally gave
He cried there like a child
For every friend he couldn't save
For all the things he never said
For every buried name
For every night he closed his eyes
And found himself there again
It's the things he never says
But maybe now he can
A broken heart ain't weakness
And tears don't break a man
It's the things he never says
He's learning how to share
You don't have to know his story
Just let him know you're there
Now morning finds him playing
That old guitar again
His daughter sits beside him
Trying hard to sing with him
The memories haven't left him
Maybe they never will
But some wounds start to loosen
When somebody
Just sits still
And listens
Before the birds begin
Sits alone beside the window
And lets the daylight in
There's coffee on the table
A guitar against the wall
A photograph of younger men
Who thought they'd seen it all
His daughter says, I love you
He smiles and says it too
But there are things behind his eyes
She knows he can't get through
It's the things he never says
The nights he never names
The faces in his memory
The voices in the rain
It's the things he never says
That follow him to bed
The ones who made it home with him
Still living in his head
He used to love the summer
Fireworks across the sky
Now every sudden sound can take him
Somewhere far away at night
So when the whole town celebrates
He stays inside alone
Turns the television louder
And waits until they're gone
Nobody sees the battle
Nobody hears the sound
They only see a quiet man
When he comes walking through the town
It's the things he never says
The nights he never names
The faces in his memory
The voices in the rain
It's the things he never says
That follow him to bed
The ones who made it home with him
Still living in his head
One Sunday he went driving
To a house he'd never seen
An old woman opened up the door
And knew just what it meant
He held a folded letter
He'd carried all these years
He tried to say, I'm sorry
But the words disappeared
She looked at him for a moment
Then pulled him to her chest
Said, My boy wrote about you
He said you were his best
Don't carry him like punishment
Don't turn his love to pain
He'd want you at your table
He'd want you laughing again
And something in him opened
Something finally gave
He cried there like a child
For every friend he couldn't save
For all the things he never said
For every buried name
For every night he closed his eyes
And found himself there again
It's the things he never says
But maybe now he can
A broken heart ain't weakness
And tears don't break a man
It's the things he never says
He's learning how to share
You don't have to know his story
Just let him know you're there
Now morning finds him playing
That old guitar again
His daughter sits beside him
Trying hard to sing with him
The memories haven't left him
Maybe they never will
But some wounds start to loosen
When somebody
Just sits still
And listens
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