Breathe in the night
That crushed a tired sunrise
Born again the day

Brings young naivety

A laptop souvenir is worth its weight

In silver a golden son
You'll be home again
And I'll be home again


Mend in my sleep
I'm boxing under water

Waddle on the wake
Waking on a summer day


After all these years
Forget about all the troubled times
Munificent, artless and ascetic

Playing like a scared
Enthusiastic pawn


And every father's pain
Casts a shadow over a broken son
You'll be whole again

And I'll be whole again

All those years

I was hurting to feel
Something more than life