Lyric Grandmother s Name
I ve got my grandmother s name, but she don t remember who I am
He can t sleep in the bed, cause every time she wakes him up:
"What time is it? What time?"
And she is not sleeping yet, cause she s afraid she might forget
To wake up
Is it morning? Is it night?
She don t know, can t remember which is dark and which is light
Is this the end of life?
She don t know, can t remember if she s young or if she s old
I ve got my grandmother s name, but she don t remember who I am
She used to live by his clock
A meal, a wash, his Sunday walk
A tick and tock
Now she s so confused
And he says, "what is wrong with you,
anyway?"
And she don t like to ask,
oh, but she don t know what time it is or what day just passed
And she don t like to say
But she don t know how to get her clothes on right today
Memory slipping through her hands
Thoughts and dreams in quicksand
And she cries again
Dying a little by a lot
Can t hold on to what she s got
Though she tries again
And she don t look in my eyes
But she will try to make me think that she is fine
She s more and more upset
And I think she knows I ve got a name she should not forget.
I ve got my grandmother s name, but she don t remember who I am
I ve got my grandmother s name, but she don t remember who I am
Loved her since I was a kid, but she don t remember who she is.
He can t sleep in the bed, cause every time she wakes him up:
"What time is it? What time?"
And she is not sleeping yet, cause she s afraid she might forget
To wake up
Is it morning? Is it night?
She don t know, can t remember which is dark and which is light
Is this the end of life?
She don t know, can t remember if she s young or if she s old
I ve got my grandmother s name, but she don t remember who I am
She used to live by his clock
A meal, a wash, his Sunday walk
A tick and tock
Now she s so confused
And he says, "what is wrong with you,
anyway?"
And she don t like to ask,
oh, but she don t know what time it is or what day just passed
And she don t like to say
But she don t know how to get her clothes on right today
Memory slipping through her hands
Thoughts and dreams in quicksand
And she cries again
Dying a little by a lot
Can t hold on to what she s got
Though she tries again
And she don t look in my eyes
But she will try to make me think that she is fine
She s more and more upset
And I think she knows I ve got a name she should not forget.
I ve got my grandmother s name, but she don t remember who I am
I ve got my grandmother s name, but she don t remember who I am
Loved her since I was a kid, but she don t remember who she is.