My grandfather's name was moon
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Because his eyes were bright and round
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And no amount of time or liquor could dull them
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My grandmother's name was joy
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Because it spilled out of her heart
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And bathed her precious children in its warmth
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And there was happiness in life beyond the sorrow
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And the pain
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But how they ever found it I cannot explain
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I guess time has a way of making everything alright
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It's just there is not enough of it
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And so we drink and we sing and we celebrate
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This lie and hope that it will last
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Morning is here night has passed
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My grandfather was a doctor
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He cured the sick with his kind hands
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And he taught me how to sail and how to find dry land
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My grandmother was all sweetness
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And when she spoke we all heard bells and
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They rang in such a way that we were comforted
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And they held on to each other with all the strength they had
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And they loved with devotion beyond what I understand
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But I guess fear has a way of making sleep unbearable
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And the days seem dark and long
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But we cry and we dance
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And we stumble into love with perfect, awkward grace
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The moon is gone and the sun has took its place
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A Celebration Upon Completion
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| Bright Eyes |
