Song Length |
3:52 |
Genre |
Rock - General |
Lyrics
Hiding away in a mountain,
somewhere where I keep my thoughts.
Here where I lay silent,
here I find my strange regard.
Come on up young riders,
ready for a fall,
you?re burning up,
by the small half hour.
In another role, in another place,
I could leave you,
and they?d tear you up in clutches.
But I?ll make you earn the name Father.
The boy?s learning more,
by the small half hour.
It?s pulling me in,
it?s tearing me out,
but I can?t stand
under your love.
In the times that I?ve forgotten,
in the folly of my youth.
Was I stronger there with faith?
Did I burn like the truth?
But I?ll make you earn the name Father.
The boy?s learning more,
by the small half hour.
It?s pulling me in,
it?s tearing me out,
but I can?t stand
under your love.
Lonely, torn up I
bear your fruit for your love,
your love, your love.