Folklore

Hey you, will you be true

When you can see through what I do

Feel the pain in your brain, insane

Will I see my name in your scars

And you will see what you mean to me

Last between the lines

Do you feel the need

When the night comes down

And when the night comes down

A father is waiting

And you will see what you mean to me

Lost control and called your name

Left a home in the pouring rain

In a sea of guilt and shame

Will we sustain