Pickering Pick

My Father's House
All in my father's houseI took a turn for the worstI found myself outsideThere was no door back to the warmth I hadHe turned away from my faceTook up his place on the back porchYou have not trusted, you seeThere was a time you had a heart for meHe didn't say anythingI saw him reach for his pipeWe sat together thenSky was on fire, it burned into night Aus Songtexte Mania