Filial

Too seldom sanguine Always crying over closed doors Oh, you should feel like you should You should feel like you should adapt well With a wistful heart I could never take it, but I'll give you your breath back Infants and whales, infants and whales Infants and whales They still have the holes there Never proving to be born on time And you keep your eyes to the light between finger and thumb Finger and thumb And the sky just laughs as I stare at the grass Stare at the grass The sun, the green, I want the snow years ago I'll say it about routine I cant wait, I cant wait I want the genes I want the era before me I want ideas as imprints I want the future, I want the future I want your mistakes What we were, what I was, what I'll be, what we'll see Hunters only stop to see the scenery when they've caught up When they've caught up, when they've caught up Watching what we have in common that makes us the men Makes us the men Some love The men Some love I'm not telling you Who the rhythm is from Something to look forward to while I'm young One day at a time One day at a time I'll never say anything I'll never say anything When no one is looking I'll be so old, finally seeing Picking right days as they come I'll be so old, finally seeing Picking right days as they come I'll be so old, finally seeing Picking right days as they come I'll be so old, finally seeing Learning days said like this As purses and sheaths Purses and sheaths Purses and sheaths