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...