There’s glass melting around my head, like skin that’s rippled but clear.
I can breathe but walking’s dead hard.
Dark clouds are beginning to steer me towards fatherhood, me towards fatherhood.
I hope my son will not scream if he wants ice cream.
I hope all little girls will be safe when he starts to dream about fatherhood, about fatherhood.
I don’t want him when I’ve given up.
I want to drink from the same glass.
I hope you won’t catch anything or regard me as something from his past, from his past, from his past, from his glorious past.
- No Children
- Cooling Towers
- Cool & Crazy Things To Do
- Bad Blood
- Neil Armstrong
- I Was Never Here
- Good Night
- I Don't Want To Wake You ..
- Aluminium Beach
- Goddamn It, You're a Kid
- Failed Old Singer
- Dustbin Liner
- Not About A Girl
- Good Weather
- But Love
- May We