Текст песни Our Fathers

Throwing stones From the edge Did I make you feel, damaged? A photograph Not a portrait lies So make your call, or I'll make mine In the storm we called our fathers In the storm we called our fathers Squint your eyes Until you can see What's hidden or what's frightening If it's the cold you want Then bundle up If it's love you need Then trust your gut In the storm we told our fathers In the storm we told our fathers We drove on Shadowing, these white lines Does it take us far Or does it lead us blind? In the storm we called our fathers In the storm we called our fathers We drove on