Woorden: Dead Confederate. Father Figure.

When I leave I dream of only fields and trees
And I know that I can always find you there
In the sand, a temporary happy plan
And I've drawn it out so it can wash away
I can't lie, father figure I'm not fine
I don't want to have to hide father figure....I'm not fine.
Made it up of ceilings I could never touch
And I'll never laugh about all this one day
I can't lie, father figure I'm not fine
I don't want to have to hide father figure....I'm not fine.
Father figure....
I can't lie, father figure I'm not fine
I don't want to have to hide, I don't want to have to hide, father figure....I'm not fine.