Every generation
Blames the one before
and all of there frustration
come beating on your door
I know I am a prisener to all my father has O dear
I know that a'm a hostage to all his hopes and fears
I wish I could have told his in the living years.
More complibites of papers
Filled in the perfect thought
Stilled confercations
I'm afraight thats all we've got
You say you just don't see it
You say it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement, in this present tens
We all talk a different langauge, talking in defence
Say it loud
Say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late
When we die
We don't see eye to eye
So we open up a quarrel
between the present and the passed
we only sacrefice the future
it's the bitterness that last
source: Songteksten.nl