Family Tree — текст песни (Ben Kweller)

Bop bop.

Care about the moonlight
and holding you tight
and asking my questions.
Everyone loves a situation.

Long walks on the beach.
The press will impeach.
Lately I`m finding
I am the book and you are the binding.

I gues they`ll read everything about you.
Though the press miht shoot me down I`m still true.
I sell my book for free. That`s what you do to me.

Oh, you are my family tree.
Be good to me
Take care of me.

Bop bop.

There`s hotels in the sea,
Trash in the sky,
The net-dustry`s growing.
Stick to love songs kid, that`s all you`re knowing.

They push you away
or tie you up.
It don`t really matter.
But if your head is up you won`t get much sadder.

But who am I to preach a word or two
when I can`t even lift my own head without you?
In my mental state kept you from coming around
I hope the world would shoot me down for losing you.
A broken branch I`d be if you weren`t grown to me.

Oh, you are my family tree
Be good to me
Be good to me
Be god to me
Take care of me.

Bop bop.