Toy Fight A Drum Drum Boy
When I was a lonely boyI had to keep it up
You were banging on the doors
And on this noise I sang along
No more sorry, no more strained
You had to beat the most
All the bruises, all the walls
And we were singing all along
When I wore a lonely face
I had to keep it on
You believed that I was wrong
To always wait for such a song
And I forgot about the voice
And I forgot the doors
Now your fingers are too short
But we're still singing all along
And when I was a lonely ghost
I had to quit the town
You, the father and the son
Still hear these dreams on your own
But once I was a lonely boy
And had to keep it up
When you were thinking I was wrong
We clutched our hands and never made a sound
All over in a safe place where all the players fall apart
I choose a laughing card, I hit a soul and break it down
Into the waltzes, I swear that I create a time
All the fingers that you tried once, they make a flow and
choose to fight
