Paroles de 17 And 53

You were seventeen the year your father died He was fifty three when you were seventeen In the museum where you laid your head to sleep The artifacts were cold to comfort you When you heard them fighting you hid in the apple tree The branches broke their noise When your brother studied at the university You were left alone to realize That while you were growing older she was busy growing older too Ba dah dum, bah dah dah dah dum In the summer when your father drove you to the river He would sing so loud Soon to keep his silence when you climbed through barbed wired fences To get to the riverside And while you were growing older she was busy growing older too Ba dah dum, bah dah dah dah dum And in february you were running late one day And out the door you ran Leaving left unsaid the things you’d soon regret not telling Never knowing this would be your last chance Was it fair to blame the girl? Was it fair to make the child choose? And when you stood next to the mountain Did you swear you could hear him calling you home? I am twenty two and you are fifty three Only blood can tell We are made up of strings and strands of dna Dancing waltzes in our cells And while i am growing older, you are busy growing older too Ba dah dum, bah dah dah dah dum