Song | The Living Years |
Artist | Chris de Burgh |
Album | Footsteps 2 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Every generation, blames the one before | |
And all of their frustrations, come beating on your door | |
I know that | |
I'm a prisoner to all my father held so dear | |
I know that | |
I'm a hostage to all his hopes and fears | |
I just wish | |
I could have told him in the living years | |
Crumpled bits of paper | |
Filled with imperfect thoughts | |
Stilted conversations, | |
I'm afraid that's all we've got | |
You say you just don't see it, he says its perfect sense | |
You just can't get agreement, in this present tense | |
We all talk a different language, talking in defense | |
So say it loud | |
Say it clear | |
You can listen as well as you hear | |
It's too late (it's too late) | |
When we die (when we die) | |
To admit we don't see eye to eye | |
So we open up the quarrel | |
Between the present and the past | |
We only sacrifice the future | |
It's the bitterness that lasts | |
So don't yield to the fortunes | |
You sometimes see as fate | |
It may have a new perspective on a different day | |
And if you don't give up, and don't give in, you may just be | |
OK So say it say it say it loud | |
Say it clear | |
You can listen as well as you hear ‘ | |
Cos it's too late (it's too late) | |
When we die (when we die) | |
To admit we don't see eye to eye | |
I wasn't there that morning | |
When my father passed away | |
I didn't get to tell him, all the things | |
I had to say | |
I think I caught his spirit, later that same year | |
I'm sure I heard his echo in my baby's newborn tears | |
I just, wish | |
I could have told him in the living years | |
So say it say it say it loud | |
Say it clear | |
You can listen as well as you hear ‘ | |
Cos it's too late (it's too late) | |
When we die (when we die) | |
To admit we don't see eye to eye | |
Yes it's too late (it's too late) | |
When we die (when we die) | |
To admit we don't see eye to eye | |
Every generation… |
Every generation, blames the one before | |
And all of their frustrations, come beating on your door | |
I know that | |
I' m a prisoner to all my father held so dear | |
I know that | |
I' m a hostage to all his hopes and fears | |
I just wish | |
I could have told him in the living years | |
Crumpled bits of paper | |
Filled with imperfect thoughts | |
Stilted conversations, | |
I' m afraid that' s all we' ve got | |
You say you just don' t see it, he says its perfect sense | |
You just can' t get agreement, in this present tense | |
We all talk a different language, talking in defense | |
So say it loud | |
Say it clear | |
You can listen as well as you hear | |
It' s too late it' s too late | |
When we die when we die | |
To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
So we open up the quarrel | |
Between the present and the past | |
We only sacrifice the future | |
It' s the bitterness that lasts | |
So don' t yield to the fortunes | |
You sometimes see as fate | |
It may have a new perspective on a different day | |
And if you don' t give up, and don' t give in, you may just be | |
OK So say it say it say it loud | |
Say it clear | |
You can listen as well as you hear | |
Cos it' s too late it' s too late | |
When we die when we die | |
To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
I wasn' t there that morning | |
When my father passed away | |
I didn' t get to tell him, all the things | |
I had to say | |
I think I caught his spirit, later that same year | |
I' m sure I heard his echo in my baby' s newborn tears | |
I just, wish | |
I could have told him in the living years | |
So say it say it say it loud | |
Say it clear | |
You can listen as well as you hear | |
Cos it' s too late it' s too late | |
When we die when we die | |
To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
Yes it' s too late it' s too late | |
When we die when we die | |
To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
Every generation |
Every generation, blames the one before | |
And all of their frustrations, come beating on your door | |
I know that | |
I' m a prisoner to all my father held so dear | |
I know that | |
I' m a hostage to all his hopes and fears | |
I just wish | |
I could have told him in the living years | |
Crumpled bits of paper | |
Filled with imperfect thoughts | |
Stilted conversations, | |
I' m afraid that' s all we' ve got | |
You say you just don' t see it, he says its perfect sense | |
You just can' t get agreement, in this present tense | |
We all talk a different language, talking in defense | |
So say it loud | |
Say it clear | |
You can listen as well as you hear | |
It' s too late it' s too late | |
When we die when we die | |
To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
So we open up the quarrel | |
Between the present and the past | |
We only sacrifice the future | |
It' s the bitterness that lasts | |
So don' t yield to the fortunes | |
You sometimes see as fate | |
It may have a new perspective on a different day | |
And if you don' t give up, and don' t give in, you may just be | |
OK So say it say it say it loud | |
Say it clear | |
You can listen as well as you hear | |
Cos it' s too late it' s too late | |
When we die when we die | |
To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
I wasn' t there that morning | |
When my father passed away | |
I didn' t get to tell him, all the things | |
I had to say | |
I think I caught his spirit, later that same year | |
I' m sure I heard his echo in my baby' s newborn tears | |
I just, wish | |
I could have told him in the living years | |
So say it say it say it loud | |
Say it clear | |
You can listen as well as you hear | |
Cos it' s too late it' s too late | |
When we die when we die | |
To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
Yes it' s too late it' s too late | |
When we die when we die | |
To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
Every generation |