Father's Day - Big Business

Digging out of our range

My sympathy runs with time spent in the grave

Keeping some of this gold

Greed is the sound the mine carries the most

When nothing you see is clear darkness doesn’t seem so bad

There’s breath if you hold it

Begging for no new mining

Minutes counting for days

Both of your lungs are grey, needing a break

Fitting into a hole not mean for a man

There’s barely room for the ghosts

When nothing you see is clear darkness doesn’t seem so bad

There’s breath if you hold it

Begging for no new mining

Begging for no new mining

Begging for no new mining

Keeping some of this gold

Making room for the ghosts

Keeping some of this gold

Making room for the ghosts

Begging for no

No new mining