Testo di Kin

Grandma's singing in the bedroom It's a near forgotten lullaby That she used to sing when i wasn't well Father's outside chopping firewood Like he did when he'd been drinking Or when he and mom were at it again Grandpa's rocking chair is rocking I can hear the wood complaining And the idle taps as he empties his pipe I do my best to just ignore them But the sound always finds me Despite them being dead and gone I hear them all the time I hear them all the time I hear them all the time I hear them all the time I hear you all the time I feel you in my mind I cannot sleep, but i'm tryin' I hear you all the time