The Living Years — текст песни (Rutherford Mike)

Every generation blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door
I know that I`m a prisoner
To all my father held so dear
I know that I`m a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years
More crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I`m afraid that`s all we`ve got
You say you just don`t see it
He says it`s perfect sense
You just can`t get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence
CHORUS
Say it loud
Say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It`s too late when we die
To admit we don`t see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It`s the bitterness that lasts
So don`t yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don`t give up
And don`t give in
You may just be O.K.
CHORUS
I wasn`t there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn`t get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I`m sure I heard his echo
In my baby`s new born tears
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years
CHORUS
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