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