Indian Summer - Angry Son

And when you're feeling blue
No one to talk to you
And you don't know what to do
Then see if I care
Oh, you think nothing of me
Say that you don't love me
The time is coming
When you won't feel like you do now
You gonna call my name
You know that you're to blame
Oh, you won't be the same
Then see if I care

Mending slowly, all wounds, effortlessly
As the burden of his sunken child is lifted
But effortlessly again carried
Faintly to the stone heart of an angry son
An angry son who has done his swallowing
His memories are bitten pills
So many bitten pills that he has collected
Like the fallen pieces of the broken ground which he now moves on
This ground so unsettled, so endlessly unsettled
He recounted with the weight of the sunken earth
And still he moves on

This is Earth
Earth which he has moved on and collected, settled to his own liking
And still he moves on
A voice in the back of his head reminding him
That this is stolen, that this is not his
All these moments, this precious time spent, moments in gravity
All this anxious waiting
All this time spent waiting

All this pain that you know
All this effortless moving, all this pain that you will ever know
In waking hours, time spent in these moments

Though he is living, silently in moments
And forgiving relevance, it is in his heart he is holding
And calling behind sadness of empty fields
It is in these moments of time well spent, in these moments of gravity
This time well spent
A look to heaven, sighing tears of angels and a night sky
Racing
Racing, yelling softly
This is the moment
This is the moment

A look to heaven, sighing tears of angels and a night sky
This is the moment
Holding moments and forgiving relevance, it is in his heart
Calling behind the sadness of empty fields
All these moments of time, time well spent, time knows better

Behind tired eyes, behind tired eyes, I think he's waiting
Knowing your destiny, he calls him the angry son

This is the moment
This is the moment
This is the moment
This is the moment of truth
Running out of time
They don't know me, know me
They don't know me
This is the next last moment
I am the angry son
I am the angry son
I am the angry son
I am the angry son
This is the moment
This is the moment
I am the angry son
I am the angry son

I am the angry son
I am the angry son

Sighing tears of angels and a night sky, this is the moment

Written by:
Adam Nanaa, Seth Nanaa, Dan Bradley, Eyad Kaileh, Marc Bianchi

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