(Verse 1) Sitting on the counseller's chair, talking more in an hour, than you ever shared, whatever I won, you counted it lost, now your holding Jesus's sackcloth, need me to cut the ties.

(Bridge) You did too good a job, of making me be like you, speaking in irony, no one knows if what I say is true. Your compliments sound sarcastic, your praise has gone, I asked to many times.

(Chorus) I'm kicked to the kerb, others views prioritised over mine, everything you have, seems to not need me. The feelings I knew, I remember tonight, low and behold, you're here from the dead.

(Bridge) I don't know what’s on the otherside, but it seems its you, am I a clairvoyant, channeling you? you mocked me when i spoke as a child, but now you want me to be your voice in this song?

(Chorus) I’m kicked to the kerb, others views prioritised over mine, everything you have, seems to not need me. The feelings I knew, I remember tonight, low and behold, you're here from the dead.

(Verse 3) Your life was honoured as sacred to most, but when asked to visit you- you said what’s the point. years became decades of no contact, like a vendetta, for being your son.

(Verse 4) I could be the other side of the world, and you find me now You're gone, but had I invited you it was always others who you accepted.

I’ve felt ashamed for being who I am, i couldn’t blame you so i blamed myself. So the counsellor is listening, I’m getting nowhere fast.

(Chorus) I’m kicked to the kerb, others views prioritised over mine, everything you have, seems to not need me. The feelings i knew, I remember tonight, low and behold, you're here from the dead.

(Outro)

Talking about you is how I'm supposed to heal. Its 30 years later and you’re no longer here. but your in my feelings and speaking to me, so how do you listen to a broken heart

(Chorus) I’m kicked to the kerb, others views prioritised over mine, everything you have, seems to not need me. The feelings i knew, I remember tonight, low and behold, you're here from the dead.