Recovery Ryan Scott Oliver (Ft. Emily Rogers)

[Madrid]
When they relieved her of her death
He was waiting for her – outside
She returned to him colder, raw
Now she looked to him older, he saw
He had to focus on practical matters:
Dinner
Appointments
Grief
And he knew he had one job to do:
Get her through
When she became the sea
He became a rock

And she goes with the change
And she says she's okay. Okay?
As each day finds, a new part breaks
Every night on the hour she wakes
Living a nightmare with no one to turn to

She falls some, she flies some
She laughs some, she dies some
And he gives her more space every day
What can he say?
When she became the earth
He became the air