Good Grief

Last week, after I saw a rainbow on the way to taking Carter to school, I heard a song on the radio that made me cry. I didn't know what the song was, but I had heard it before and the chorus said, "I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more."

I wanted to remember to look up the song based on the lyrics and I forgot to for a while. I was on Facebook the other day and noticed a comment that Mr. Law had made on something-he said "Good grief." I wondered (as I have before) why that is a saying because what is good about grief?

Anyway, at that moment I decided to look up the song I heard based on the lyrics, "I miss you,..." I entered those lyrics on Google and imagine my surprise when the song title ended up to be Good Grief! I shared that story on Facebook and the lyrics video of the song. Here are the lyrics:

(I also heard this song on the way home from visiting the Ardners at Thanksgiving and then the other night when I went to Walmart)

 

Good Grief

by Bastille

 

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers

Shut my eyes and count to ten

It goes in one ear out the other, one ear out the other

Burning bright right till the end

Now you'll be missing from the photographs, missing from the photographs

 

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers

In my thoughts you're far away

And you are whistling a melody, whistling a melody

Crystallizing clear as day

Oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily

 

What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?

What's gonna be left of the world, oh

 

Every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

 

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers

Caught off guard by your favorite song

Oh I'll be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral

Sleeping in the clothes you love

It's such a shame we had to see them burn, shame we had to see them burn

 

What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it?

What's gonna be left of the world, oh

 

Every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

 

You might have to excuse me

I've lost control of all my senses

And you might have to excuse me

I've lost control of all my words

 

So get drunk, call me a fool

Put me in my place, put me in my place

Pick me up, up off the floor

Put me in my place, put me in my place

 

Every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more

 

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers

Cause every minute and every hour

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more