Stranger at the Wake
Abismo Cavado e Medicado
Everyone's crying, and all I feel is the warmth of the Sun
They ask if I'm okay, I say yes, I'm not in pain
It's not that I'm cold-hearted it's just that their pain isn't mine
Everyone copes with grief in their own way, and yet they still judge their neighbor
They want me to scream, to tear my clothes in the town square
But the script for grief isn't mine it's what the audience writes
If I don't cry at the right time, I become a suspect
If I don't feel what they tell me to, I have no right
It's not that I don't feel anything it's that I feel differently
It's not that I don't love it's that I don't lie to us
The world wants a script, a well-rehearsed one
I just want to be real, even if I'm condemned
Stranger at the wake too sincere for this party
Stranger at the wake I don't pretend what's left
It's not that I don't feel anything
It's that I don't play to the audience
They got married, they buried someone, and I treated it all the same
Present, absent, in pain and at Christmas
This isn't emptiness, this is seeing the world without a veil
Without having to pretend everything under the Sun has meaning
They condemn me for not crying the way they expected
They condemn me for telling the truth when they were lying
But I owe no explanation to anyone's script
My silence is also the truth, even if it bothers someone
It's not that I don't feel, it's that I feel differently
It's not that I don't love, it's that I don't lie to us
The world wants a script, a well-rehearsed script
I just want to be real, even if I'm condemned
Stranger at the wake too sincere for this party
Stranger at the wake I don't pretend what's left
It's not that I don't feel anything
It's that I don't play to the audience
I don't cry
On commission
I don't lie
Out of politeness
They'll judge me for what I didn't pretend to feel
But I'd rather have your contempt than lie to myself
The Sun still burns even after the burial
And I won't apologize for staying alive and whole
Stranger at the wake too sincere for this party
Stranger at the wake I don't pretend what's left
It's not that I don't feel anything
It's that I don't play to the audience
The Sun, still, beats down