Dad Songtext
von The Later Waves

Believer′s smoker's drinker′s inn
Your daughter thinks upon her feet
Over a job where your kicks were felt

Turning, leaving
Turning, leaving
Turning, leaving
Turning!

Dad!
Is he?
Dad!
Is busy
Dad
You can dig yourself your family tree
Yeah

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse
Twenty five years until the next generation's cursed
Over a job where my kicks were felt


Turning, leaving
Turning, leaving
Turning, leaving
Turning!

Dad!
Is he?
Dad!
Is busy
Dad
You can dig yourself your family tree
Yeah!

Too gone to want to relive it
Too far off on your way
You′re too gone to know when it′s a lay
Oh would it change a thing if you were someone else


And shout
You're forgiven
Unbelieving
Let him in
Your fake digressions
Meaning to make too much sense
Let him in
Let him in
Let him in
Let him in

Dad!
Is he?
Dad!
Is busy
Dad
You can dig yourself your family tree

Too gone to want to relive it
Too far off on your way
You′re too gone to know when it's a lay
Oh would it change a thing if you were someone else

Someone else
Someone else