A Lasting Place(live from the Royal Albert Hall)

歌詞

Trouble in the one six Trouble in the one six nine Yeah, saying they don't want this Saying they don't want this life Trouble in the one six Yeah, trouble in the one six nine Yeah, saying they don't want this Come across this Check Life She see my father in me That's why she argue with me That's why they can't forgive me Rock and a hard place Wearing a hard face Close the door Leave my house like I'm scarface Sweet success that I can't taste Heard the bang Still finishing the last race Lapping me A year ago yo they was clapping me Nobody told me that I'd lose it so rapidly I thought this was the kind of thing that goes gradually My hair line The good guys I was glad to be Grim reapers catching me Yeah, it's like I work for him I'm being punished for the times that I would sin When I tried to do right Still I did the wrong thing Yo, I thought I was a king Yeah, trouble in the one-six Yeah, trouble in the one-six-nine Trouble in the one-six-nine Trouble in the one-six-nine Saying I don't want this Saying I don't want this life Saying they don't want this Saying they don't want this What kind of man weeps at the feet of his wife in pain Holds up the pink and shrieking thing and feels the throb of time What kind of man wraps a cloth around his waist and holds the baby to his chest Walks through the streets swaying like a drunk in the morning What kind of man feels the rage of men and only swallows at his daughter's fists What kind of man bends to hold them in their suffering In their questions, in their garbled turns of phrase What kind of man admits his failures, turns over his heavy stones Stands at the feet of grief and wanting and does not turn away What kind of man becomes a father A lasting place So how am I supposed to sum it up? Listen, this is what the summer does And I ain't losing any one of us, a mother's love Yeah, mother's love I know it isn't what it is, I wish it was The love is great, yeah To raise the man that you hate Growing in the man that you make Ah, knowing that if you plan your escape Then the next man is handed his fate They say that time waits for no man, uh At least it didn't for my old man So fuck it, me and the devil used to hold hands A slow dance through the city, through that cold sand I'm here all fucking week and ain't got no plans Was staring back at the reflections of a grown man Staring back at the reflections of a grown man Damn, but I don't want to be an old man