Nobody's Son -

Close skies, taking wages

From the ways that common go Of it’s frightening, and it’s loneness

And it’s out there, searching and stare

You’ve got to be… to hold it, to love it To leave it or it won’t belong, aha

To be someone’s son, just like him

Lookout, all those faces,

That conceal their crudest thoughts

It’s disgusting, how alive them

Can be trained to rip you apart

You’ve got to be… to hold it, to love it To leave it or it won’t belong, aha

To be someone’s son, just like him

And yes it’s creepy, cold sweet home

Sound the clickers and it won’t be long, aha

Till he’s no one’s son, and it’s true

I wanted to go, I wanted to fight

I wanted to get to the top of the white

I did what it could, now it’s through

I wanted to crawl, I kneeled down to cry

I picked myself up, take a lot at the sky

I was given the room, to see it through

You’ve got to be… to hold it, to love it To leave it or it won’t belong, aha

To be someone’s son, just like him

And yes it’s creepy, cold sweet home

Sound the clickers and it won’t be long, aha

Till he’s no one’s son, and it’s true x 2