How come all of the best dads are gone? The only ones left are all dumb Hope I'm wrong again, wrong again, wrong Uh huh There's our mum The last time we checked she was young But all she's got left has gone numb And she's gone again, gone again, gone Uh huh
There's nothing wrong with a song sung into battle, oh We need you now, don't leave us now, what a palaver, oh What a, don't leave me
Holding the candle too long Burning my fingers and thumbs Holding a candle too long How can losing one leave you half as strong?
How dare anyone sit in your chair? Somebody needs to be there How we gonna get, gonna get there? But where is our guy? Don't care if he's lonely or shy Just two legs, a shirt and a time We'd get by, by, by Hi hi
And now you're gone, we don't belong Where do we follow? How can you say another day When there's no tomorrow? Tomorrow don't leave me
Holding the candle too long Burning my fingers and thumbs Holding a candle too long How can losing one leave you half as strong?
There's nothing wrong with a song sung into battle, oh We need you now, don't leave us now, what a palaver, oh What a, don't leave me
Holding the candle too long Burning my fingers and thumbs Holding a candle too long How can losing one leave you half as strong?
Burning my fingers and my thumbs
Compositor: Francis Healy (PRS)Editor: Sony/atv Music Publishing Limited (PRS)Administração: Sony/atv Music Publishing LlcECAD verificado obra #28873765 em 24/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM