Robin Mitchell - Closed Book | Текст песни

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• Robin Mitchell
• Closed Book

father, teach me how to be a better man
I carved a crib from wood, but I don't know how to lift it
father, teach me how to be a better man
I built a cup from clay, but I don't know how to fill it

if the stars are saying something
they all look the same to me
I could never read them
now they're looking more like mystery

mother, teach me how to be a better man
I wrote a lullaby, but I don't know how to sing it
mother, teach me how to be a better man
I bought a gift of gold, but I don't know where to put it

if stories are for telling
they all sound the same to me
I could never believe them
now it's looking more and more like I
missed the sound of all the angels
singing when the ground shook,
looking more and more like I should just go back to bed
try to empty out my head and be a boy again

father, teach me how to be a better man