Folklore
Hey you, will you be trueWhen you can see through what I doFeel the pain in your brain, insaneWill I see my name in your scars
And you will see what you mean to me
Lust between the linesDo you feel the needWhen the night comes downAnd when the night comes downA father is waiting
And you will see what you mean to me
Lost control and called your nameLeft a home in the pouring rainIn a sea of guilt and shameWill we sustain