I Know How You Got Old Lyrics - Singles - Namelessnumberheadman

Read the play in the spring 

Thought a lot about God's role in suffering 

And all...all of the millions of times. 

I heard the news in July 

Had no symptoms, only the reasons why 

All...all of those lost, sacred rhymes were lies. 

I had imagined it mattered which reasons to use 

But winter brought nothing but all the bad news we could bear 

Could hardly bear 

Heard your voice through the glass 

Felt you standing at every slow street I passed 

And then...then I was standing alone. 

I strained to think what you said 

To remember the last couple lines you read 

And grinned...grinned with the grace of a saint 

I had imagined the best way to deal with the blow 

We stood on the lawn and we sang in the snow 

How I wanted God to know 

I know how you got old.