You're looking pretty thin
And I am growing slowly
So your embrace around my waist can't really hold me
Now kissing you just makes me feel lonely
I've been groping around
Searchin' for glory
Something that I recall from some forgotten story
Some tale that my zaida once told me
The great act of naming kids from books we never read
And saying, "Son, you are the glory of our past"
We take our fallacies and we dress them up in scrolls
Because we know that glory never lasts
Your smile
Looks like a work of art
The type your kids hang on the fridge until it falls apart
That's you and I imprisoned in a heart
And if all
The seasons stay the same
Well then every foot will take a step so nothing's really changed
That's you and I together once again
We'll write it down and give it a new name
The great act of naming kids from books we never read
And saying, "Son, you are the glory of our past"
We take our fallacies and we dress them up in scrolls
Because we know that glory never lasts
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You're looking pretty thin
And I am growing slowly
So your embrace around my waist can't really hold me
Now kissing you just makes me feel lonely
I've been groping around
Searchin' for glory
Something that I recall from some forgotten story
Some tale that my zaida once told me
The great act of naming kids from books we never read
And saying, "Son, you are the glory of our past"
We take our fallacies and we dress them up in scrolls
Because we know that glory never lasts
Your smile
Looks like a work of art
The type your kids hang on the fridge until it falls apart
That's you and I imprisoned in a heart
And if all
The seasons stay the same
Well then every foot will take a step so nothing's really changed
That's you and I together once again
We'll write it down and give it a new name
The great act of naming kids from books we never read
And saying, "Son, you are the glory of our past"
We take our fallacies and we dress them up in scrolls
Because we know that glory never lasts
And I am growing slowly
So your embrace around my waist can't really hold me
Now kissing you just makes me feel lonely
I've been groping around
Searchin' for glory
Something that I recall from some forgotten story
Some tale that my zaida once told me
The great act of naming kids from books we never read
And saying, "Son, you are the glory of our past"
We take our fallacies and we dress them up in scrolls
Because we know that glory never lasts
Your smile
Looks like a work of art
The type your kids hang on the fridge until it falls apart
That's you and I imprisoned in a heart
And if all
The seasons stay the same
Well then every foot will take a step so nothing's really changed
That's you and I together once again
We'll write it down and give it a new name
The great act of naming kids from books we never read
And saying, "Son, you are the glory of our past"
We take our fallacies and we dress them up in scrolls
Because we know that glory never lasts
Writer: Joseph Landau
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid