Black Country, New Road

The Boy
Chapter One Robin woke one morning Broke his fast with a worm Tried flying on his commute But he floundered and fell to the ground Realised that his wings didn't work Lying down on the ground Saw the flowers were nice from below Hedgehog came wandering to him "You don't look right," Hedgehog said Picking the dirt off his spines "I know who will fix this for you Go and find Mole" He looked up, saw a boy Offered the flowers to him "Keep them for you, you've only got you" He said, with a bang, he was gone Who was the boy? Who was the boy? Who was the boy? Chapter Two Songtexte Robin spent the morning Hopping to find Mrs. Mole Knew that she was struggling to find The good that a mole could bring "Who's this smiling boy Crawling out of me? Wish he'd be a good, kind mole He might want to eat meat" She looked straight into his eyes Tears rolling into her ears "Maybe I'm better just being a daughter" Although she couldn't deny Wanting the boy Wanting the boy Wanting the boy Wanting the boy Wanting the boy Chapter Three Mrs. Mole wiped her tears away Looked at Robin's broken wings "What do you expect a mole to fix? Go and find Deer" Robin dragged his body Through the forest to the ground Knew that that Deer lived a solitary life Couldn't find a print on the ground Robin sunk down to the earth, the mud pulled him gradually in "Who am I to think that my selfish genes should keep going on? Can I be the father Like I dreamt about?" Robin looked up, saw a hoof Tried to get up to the ground "Help me, Deer, please, help me, dear" He reached his wings to the Deer The Deer looked down, he liked to be alone With a sigh, he gave him a lift "I knew it was you, I'm glad it was you" He knew from now he'd be alone "I won't try to fly I won't try to fly" "I won't try to fly" "I knew it was you, I hoped it was you" From then, he knew he was alone "I won't try to fly" "I knew it was you, I hoped it was you" From then, he knew he was alone Wanting the boy Wanting the boy Wanting the boy Wanting the boy Aus Songtexte Mania