I’ll photograph evening light And send at once, the setting sun To the ones that I love The bastards they will fall To the ground Splitting hairs and taking bites Trying always, to belong And we sing…
Oh oh, fairly well Oh, farewell, farewell Oh, fair warning To the walls that come between A loving father and a son
I’ll cut a path Through the trees Using only living leaves To the ones that I love And the bastards they will fall Dressing up and dressing down Our happy hearts They’re beating twice Without beating once And we sing…
Oh oh, fairly well Oh, farewell, farewell Oh, fair warning To the walls that come between A loving father and a son
And the bastards they will fall They’re dressing up I’m dressing down And our happy hearts Are twice as fast Through the forest we will crawl I’ll cut a path right through the trees Using only living leaves And our happy hearts are twice as fast They’re splitting hairs and getting by Trying every day and always to belongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
