Spring
Moose Blood Lyrics


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I could′ve changed your mind
If only you told me, you told me
You said you were fine
And we talked about needing time, and living alone
I never got the chance to say what you meant to me
And you know I don't believe
But I guess you watch over me
It′s three years on, it's not old news
Still coming to terms being without you
And I hope you watch over me

And the way you died
Did it hurt at all?
I think of you that way
Did it hurt at all?

And the way you died
Did it hurt at all?
I think of you that way
I don't at all

And I swear at times I can hear your voice
Like in the mornings through the floor
And I can smell those cigarettes
That you used to smoke at the backdoor

And the way you died
Did it hurt at all?
I think of you that way
Did it hurt at all?

And the way you died
Did it hurt at all?




I think of you that way
Or I don′t at all

Overall Meaning

In "Spring," Moose Blood addresses the loss of a loved one and the inability to move on from the grief. The first verse expresses regret and a sense of unfulfilled closure. The singer feels as though they could have made a difference if they had known the gravity of the situation, but they weren't given the chance. The lyrics "I never got the chance to say what you meant to me" imply that the relationship wasn't fully realized before the person's passing. The chorus speaks to the passage of time and the difficulty that still persists after three years of coping. The singer wonders if their loved one is still there in spirit, looking out for them.


The second verse implies a darker side to the loved one's passing. The lyrics "and the way you died / did it hurt at all?" speak to a potential suicide or overdose. The singer seems haunted by this idea, asking if their loved one's pain was eased by the way in which they died. It's a devastating thought that often goes unspoken in grief. The final verse is a truly poignant moment. The singer mentions sensory memories they associate with their loved one, particularly the sound of their voice and the smell of their cigarettes. It's a reminder that grief isn't just an emotional pain, but a physical one as well.


Line by Line Meaning

I could’ve changed your mind
I wish you had confided in me, given me the chance to make things better between us.


If only you told me, you told me
I could have helped, if only I had known what was going on. But you kept it to yourself.


You said you were fine
You put on a brave face and acted as if everything was okay, when in reality you were struggling.


And we talked about needing time, and living alone
We discussed the possibility of taking some time apart to work on ourselves and our individual goals.


I never got the chance to say what you meant to me
I regret not expressing how much you meant to me, both during and after your life.


And you know I don't believe
As someone who doesn't necessarily believe in an afterlife or higher power, it's hard for me to imagine you continuing to exist in any form.


But I guess you watch over me
Despite my doubts, there are moments when I feel like you're still somehow present in my life.


It's three years on, it's not old news
Even though it's been several years since your passing, it still feels significant and important to me.


Still coming to terms being without you
I'm still trying to accept the fact that you're no longer here, and probably always will be to some extent.


And I hope you watch over me
I find myself hoping that there really is some kind of supernatural presence looking out for me, and that it might be you.


And the way you died
I sometimes can't help but think about the specifics of how you passed away.


Did it hurt at all?
I wonder if you suffered in any way during your final moments.


I think of you that way
Sometimes these thoughts are too painful, but other times I can't help but dwell on them and imagine what it must have been like for you.


I don't at all
Other times I'm able to push these thoughts aside and focus on happier memories we shared together.


And I swear at times I can hear your voice
Occasionally, it feels like I can hear you speaking to me, even though I know it's not really happening.


Like in the mornings through the floor
It's as if your voice is somehow echoing from another time, reminding me of moments we shared together.


And I can smell those cigarettes
Certain scents, like cigarette smoke, can bring back vivid memories of times we spent together.


That you used to smoke at the backdoor
I can still picture you standing outside, smoking and looking up at the sky, lost in thought.




Writer(s): Eddy Brewerton, Glenn Harvey, Kyle Todd, Mark E. Osborne

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