Fredo Viola Death Of A Son
Who can find me here?
Who can find me here?
The death of a son and birth of a daughter
Both together
The sound of a structure changing forever
How strange
How strange the world is
How strange
My life intoxicates me and when I fall
I fall down into the earth
I fall down into the slums of every fallen father
I fall farther than the would-be kings
I find fault in everything
I find fault in everything, oh
My life intoxicates me and when I fall
I fall down into the earth
I fall down into the slums of every fallen father
I fall farther than the would-be kings
I find fault in everything
I find fault in everything, oh
