Always, to Belong - The Last Royals

I’ll photograph evening light

And send at once, the setting sun

To the ones that I love

The bastards they will fall

To the ground

Splitting hairs and taking bites

Trying always, to belong

And we sing…

Oh oh, fairly well

Oh, farewell, farewell

Oh, fair warning

To the walls that come between

A loving father and a son

I’ll cut a path

Through the trees

Using only living leaves

To the ones that I love

And the bastards they will fall

Dressing up and dressing down

Our happy hearts

They’re beating twice

Without beating once

And we sing…

Oh oh, fairly well

Oh, farewell, farewell

Oh, fair warning

To the walls that come between

A loving father and a son

And the bastards they will fall

They’re dressing up

I’m dressing down

And our happy hearts

Are twice as fast

Through the forest we will crawl

I’ll cut a path right through the trees

Using only living leaves

And our happy hearts are twice as fast

They’re splitting hairs and getting by

Trying every day and always to belong