Good Grief (Bunker Sessions)

Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers Shut my eyes and count to ten It goes in one ear out the other, one ear out the other Burning bright right till the end Now you'll be missing from the photographs, missing from the photographs Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers In my thoughts you're far away And you are whistling the melody, whistling the melody Crystallizing clear as day Oh I can picture you so easily, picture you so easily What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the world, oh? Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers Caught off guard by your favorite song Will I be dancing at a funeral, dancing at a funeral? Sleeping in the clothes you love It's such a shame we had to see them burn, shame we had to see them burn What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it? What's gonna be left of the world, oh? Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more You might have to excuse me I've lost control all of my senses And you might have to excuse me I've lost control all of my words So get drunk, call me a fool Put me in my place, put me in my place Pick me up, up off the floor Put me in my place, put me in my place Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Every stumble and each misfire I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more Watching through my fingers, watching through my fingers 'Cause every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more