Father looking straight at me From a silver frame Teenage clothes, a genuine smile I can’t recall Father you were just like me Cut from the same cloth Never really learned to cry or laugh out loud
Talk to me, please, for real ‘Cause I’m so tired of living through my memories
Wondering what you’d think of me Staring at the ground Like I don’t know where I belong anymore
Caught in all these strong emotions I can’t hear your distant voice Were you expecting something different? For sometimes I wish I was just anywhere else Far from here Anyone else expect myself Killing what was there before
Speechless after all this time Holding words inside Crowding in my throat but still I can’t let go
Father what you’d think of me
Caught in all these strong emotions I can’t hear your distant voice Were you expecting something different? For sometimes I wish I was just anywhere else Far from here Anyone else expect myself Killing what was there beforeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
