It's never felt so hot within these walls between the cracks
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As we forget our manners days slow down and I relapse
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Dear Dad - I'm having trouble feeling sad
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Your words find secret pathways through my spine
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Inside my teeth I'll scream - I know that I miss you - I know that I miss you
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Inside my teeth I'll scream
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Those diamond streets, invisible runways buried beneath
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And I was wrong this time - oh I was so wrong
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Every other morning I wake up lost and tired from dreaming
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As we distill our vision nights grow long - void of real meaning.
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Dear Dad - I'm having trouble feeling sad
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Your words find secret pathways through my spine
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Inside my teeth I'll scream - I know that I miss you - I know that I miss you
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Inside my teeth I'll scream
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Those diamond streets, invisible runways buried beneath
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And I was wrong this time - oh I was so wrong
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And Dad you don't know the half of it this time
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You told me what was yours would soon be mine
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You taught me to no longer be afraid - no longer be afraid
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Those diamond streets, invisible runways buried beneath
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And I was wrong this time - oh I was so wrong
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Without Panasos
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The Anniversary |