Letra de 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...