If You Weren't My Son I'd Hug You Songtext

Good Tiger

von Raised In A Doomsday Cult

If You Weren't My Son I'd Hug You Songtext
And I’ve been drinking for days
Trying to find my home
I’ve been lost for awhile
Sinking in myself
It’s time to let go
Views from the past
Walks in the dark
Holding onto you
Whatever “you” is
It's time to let go

To what could have been our smiles are gone
To where we were I’m sure we’ll meet again

And I’ve been thinking for days
Trying to find my worth
I’ve been squeezing sand
It’s time to push on
Accept no complaints
Nothing sacred
These are known words
Forever speak my name
Whatever “that” is
It's time to let go

To what could have been our smiles are gone
To where we were I’m sure we’ll meet again
What is there but to abandon
The hope of truth