Letra de she’s from before - Bleachers

I must tire myself out now

Or my bed will be tunnels and creeps

I must look right at my baby

Or the mirror will play on me

Ancient love, she's from before

Hail Mary, all the light leads to her

Good grief, no, grief is not a cure

I wanna know the one that I'm named for

I want to understand this shame

I want a son named for my hometown

I want to end the mourning game

The west burns but the east will bleed

My ancestors haunt most cities and towns

So I tour to try and talk to them

Can't have these thoughts on my own

Ancient love, they're from before

They walk with me, they smile, they mourn

Good grief, no, grief is not the cure

I wanna trip back to my hometown

But I overslept because it rained

I gotta tell you it's been a lot these days

It's time to end the mourning game

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