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Started mailroom |
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Moved up through Clerical, now Obituaries |
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I am the teacher's son |
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I am the teacher's son |
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I am the teacher's son |
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I'm the teacher's son |
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Never seen a sky so big |
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Like it's been saving up for years |
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Clouds from Russia press-ganged in |
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Until the dateline disappears |
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I have loved and lost like the river's lost and found |
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But i've never fought the tide and i've never ****ed around |
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I'm the teacher's son |
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My favourite sound is churchbells |
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And my greatest love's the sea though I never learnt to swim |
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Never trusted it with me |
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I wrote a novel in my twenties though it never left my head |
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A thousand words a sitting 'til all the characters were dead |
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I'm the teacher's son |
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My father was a poet though he never got the chance |
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'Cos his words looked like another's if you took them at a glance |
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But he met a girl so pretty that he asked her to a dance |
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And there his words they died liked flowers |
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There his words, they lost all power |
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i've been told I have his ways |
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i've been told I have his grace but he left me on my birthday |
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And the only thing remains |
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I'm the teacher's son |
