文本歌词

our fathers - Haux
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
In the storm we told our fathers
In the storm we told our fathers
We drove on
We drove on
We drove on
We drove on
Singing whoa oh
Whoa oh whoa oh
Whoa oh whoa oh
Whoa oh whoa oh
Whoa oh
Shadowing these white lines
Does it take us far
Or does it lead us blind
Does it take us far
Or does it lead us blind
Does it take us far
Or does it lead us blind
In the storm we told our fathers
In the storm we told our fathers
In the storm we told our fathers
In the storm we told our fathers
We drove on
We drove on
We drove on
We drove on
We drove on