Heavy to the Touch (think about tonight, forget about tomorrow) - Dads

You get some time away

And time really gets away from you

I said I was searching for myself

But I was running from everything too

A new degree

A piece of paper

Framed in dark ebony

To hang up later

(Or else it’s)

Your harsh words

Whispered into my ear

You said, «This time was fun

But you no longer belong here.»

In your bedroom

With those foreign faces

Under your clothes

Private places

I’ll push my roots into the road with all my might

Cause I’m not coming back tonight

From coast to coast, until I’m bored of the sea

Making land into stories, pictures mean memories

Until you won’t recognize me

Until you won’t recognize me