thought i'd have something saved up
some words of comfort or hope
thought i'd speak em with conviction
maybe tell em as a joke

but i find that all that's left me
is a language of tears
falls without warning
spilling out the years of

chorus
constant sorrow
unending pain
joyful moments
in the pouring rain
impossible futures
terrible hope
and things about myself
that now i tell the truth about
instead of handing you
more rope

so this is life without you
what a dullness, what an anarchy
where's all the color? all of the fullness?
there's a black hole in the sky where
the sun used to be

and the language keeps falling
falling like rain
it's the language of concession
in a book of intercessions
for a girl who finds herself in a world of

chorus
constant sorrow
unending pain
joyful moments
in the pouring rain
impossible futures
and terrible hope
and things about herself
now she tells the truth about
instead of handing you
more rope

a promise and a plan between a woman and a man
ain't worth the paper it's written on not if it's

chorus
constant sorrow
unending pain
joyful moments
in the pouring rain
impossible future
and terrible hope
and things about ourselves
that now we tell the truth about
instead of handing each other
more rope