Always To Belong

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 means

And our happy hearts

are twice as fast

They're

splitting hairs and getting

by

Trying every day and always to

belong