Family Dinner Songtext
von SONS

No one knows what′s in the bag
Mother, father, are you there?
Is this something you have never seen in me?
Can't you see what I conceal?

This is, this is, something, something that I feel
This is, this is, something, something you can′t heal
Mother, father, are you there?
So tell me now what makes a man

My naked thoughts are pure and free
Please feel the regret inside of me
Can't we all be sinners instead of being winners?
Like virgin sinners on a family dinner


This is, this is, something, something that I feel
This is, this is, something, something you can't heal
Mother, father, are you there?
So tell me now what makes a man

Can′t see a thing right through those trees
I think they belong to me
My mind can′t set me free
So I'll be who I′m supposed to be

This is, this is, something, something that I feel
This is, this is, something, something you can't heal
Mother, father, are you there?
So tell me now what makes a man

So now I′m here
Now I'm here
Now, here
Now we′re here