JOY, MY GOD, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

"No one ever told me grief felt so like fear," and

this is a beauty i cannot comprehend,

and because i am but an utter failure in articulating such a thought, such a sound, i will

steal another-

('cause i can hardly see what's in front of me these days, and those days too) -

"They call holidays an option for a reason;
I heard you're coming back to life just for the fourth.
And I've been catching all your ghosts for every season;
I pray to God you won't come back here anymore.
Do you pray with Him, too?

They should deliver all my blessings
In small brown paper handbags near the porch.

AND I WISH I'D KNOWN THAT YOU WERE BLEEDING
While I sat and watched you reading with the Lord.
I read with Him, too

'Cause when you look at me,
I'll be digesting your legs.
'Cause I can hardly see
What's in front of me these days
And those days, too.

I've got to take what I'm making
And turn it into something,
I've got to take what I'm making
And turn it into something for you.
I've got to break what I'm making
And turn it into nothing,
I've got to break what I'm making
And turn it into nothing for you.

'Cause when you look at me,
I'll be digesting your legs.
'Cause I can hardly see
What's in front of me these days
And those days, too.

Joy, where have you been?
Joy, where have you been?
Joy, where have you been?
Joy, where have you been?
God, my God, my God, where have you been?
God, my God, my God, where have you been?"

JOY, MY GOD, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfO8Wa19cuI