Colin wrote on the wall like a babe
A reminder to all he'd not said
So simple then to write it all again
But only sentiment was guiding the pen
It read like a passage from a book
Of someone else's story he'd looked up
(and he) Fooled himself that this is what it took
To feign distance from he and his thoughts
Throw your shoulders back and breath
You played your hand and lost
There's nothing here to see
Just a song for a father's dream
Colin woke up forgetting everything
Strolls past the words still wet with ink
Waiting for tomorrow to begin
One day he'll stop by and take it all in
But it's funny what you hide from
When you fill up your world, too much to breathe
Aaah aaah a ah
Aaah aaah a ah
A lesson learned - in his own peculiar way
So here's to Colin a man more than his name
You'd think that it gets easier with age
But hearts they never mend in the same way
That same sentiment now guides my pen
Throw your shoulders back and breath
You played your hand and lost
There's nothing more to see
Just a song for a father's dream
Throw your shoulders back and breath
You played your hand and lost
There's nothing more to see
Just a song for a father's dream