Of Things Yet To Come Testo

That year I lost a lot of friends
They span away, not to return
It was for the best
The party stalls, the embrace ends
You don't pick up when I come to your town
Am I best left in the past?
So I make a space for things to flow
I trim my leaves in search of growth
I’m okay with it
There I go, making a show
Of myself again
I'm still wedded to the idea that you
Are still there again
Somewhere underneath

You were a good man
You were the best

The pills don't cure, they keep at bay
Instead of black, my days are grey
(You were a good man)
So I put my faith in what’s to come
For it's the thing you would have done
(You were the best)
If I couldn't have it all, I wanted nothing
If I couldn't have the depths of you

There I go, making a show
Of myself again I'm still wedded to the idea that you
Are still there again
Somewhere underneath

You were a good man
You were the best

Now you're less than a memory
You're an echo now, faint facsimile
You said hope is something you give yourself
But it's not the same
I don’t know how to get over you

Of things yet to come
Of things yet to come
Of things yet to come
Of things yet to come