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
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
Theyre splitting hairs and getting by
Trying every day and always
to belong
Always to belong
Trying always to belong
Always to belong