| We were gonna grow old
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| She heard my brother’s echo
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| She thought she had fell for a liar
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| My father, he was terrible
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| Yeah, god knows how much love they could find
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| And they built a house all of lies
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| Yeah, he knows they were born to love
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| Yeah, he knew they were meant
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| He knew they were no different than
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| You, me or any other guys
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| And he know that they were never just alright
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| You thought they were imaginary
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| No one ever told you life would be this unfair
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| But oh, it is
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| And no one would ask this for themselves
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| The windows down, the wind on my skin
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| My brother’s in pair with this wind and
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| The day I knew pride was cut with shame
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| There was silence in the car
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| My mother was so angry but she saw
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| That this was the vaguest lullaby
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| That there was so much frustrated desire
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| And that their pain, it would never expire
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| That these loving hearts will always just burn on fire
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| Just no satisfaction
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| Just these twisted hearts on fire
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| There’s no design, no god, no
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| Just the future in my mother’s broken heart |