Lyrics

No hay sombra sin fuego
No hay cuerpo sin alma
Y tú te has ido, hermano mío
Pero sigues en mi cara
Pero sigues en mi cara

No hay sombra sin fuego
No hay cuerpo sin alma
Y tú te has ido, hermano mío
Pero sigues en mi cara

The room still holds your laughter in the corners of the air
I sit in your old silence like it’s furniture I wear
Your shoes stayed by the doorway for longer than they should
Like leaving them there meant you may return one day
The mirror keeps your silence like a voice it can’t replay
I stroke your face in photographs, but the glass turns me away
I talk to you in whispers so that no one thinks I’ve slipped
But your ghost, your weight, your breath, it clings to every script

You said, “Be happy”
And I’ve been trying
But it’s so hard to bloom
When the roots are dying

You never leave, but you’re never here
And I wear your wish like a mask that I fear
You left, and I stayed broken out of loyalty
Smiling with your shadow stitched onto me

Every time I stitch a wound up
Two more split below it
Every time I stitch a wound up
Two more split under it

I laugh too loud in doorways, then apologise to no one
I serve for one too many, then call it something human
I flinch at certain songs but pretend it's just the cold
There's a version of me before you left, but he’s buried in the folds
I forget how I sound when I’m not being careful
Keep my phone on loud at night, like grief might try to ring
I’m not sure what’s performance and what I really feel
But I’ve learned to mourn in whispers so they all think that I've healed

Call it something human
He’s buried in the folds
Apologise to no one
Pretend it's just the cold

You said, “Be happy”
And I’ve been trying
But every time I laugh
It feels like lying

You never leave, but you’re never here
And I wear your wish like a mask that I fear
You left, and I stayed broken out of loyalty
Smiling with your shadow stitched onto me

For every scar I bury
Another one bleeds louder
For every scar I bury
Another one bleeds louder

Intento salir de la sombra
Pero está cosida a mis pies
A veces la arrastro sin notarlo
A veces, me arrastra a mí

Intento salir de la sombra
Pero está cosida a mis pies
A veces la arrastro sin notarlo
A veces, me arrastra a mí

Saldré de la sombra
No hay sombra sin sol

Is it me, or are we both clinging on by a thread?
I thought I’d buried your voice deep inside my head
Or is this punishment because I couldn’t say goodbye?
Are we both in purgatory, too bound to mortify?
Are you the tender shadow that provides a warm embrace?
Or the vicious cilice I cling to in your place?
I carry you like scripture I was never meant to read
Etched in the marrow that failed you when your bones turned to need
Is it me, or are we both clinging on by a thread?
I thought I’d buried your voice deep inside my head
Is this punishment because I couldn’t say goodbye?
Are we both in purgatory, too bound to mortify?
Are you the tender shadow that provides a warm embrace?
Or the vicious cilice I cling to in your place?
I carry you like scripture I was never meant to read
Etched in the marrow that failed you when your bones turned to need
Etched in the marrow that failed you when your bones turned to need

Grief is the price we pay for love