More Rope

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 future, 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, terrible hope
and things about ourselves that now we
tell the truth about instead of
handing each other more rope