Death Of A Son

Who can find me here?

Who can find me here?

The death of a son and birth of a daughter

Both together

The sound of a structure changing forever

How strange

How strange the world is

How strange

My life intoxicates me and when I fall

I fall down into the earth

I fall down into the slums of every fallen father

I fall farther than the would-be kings

I find fault in everything

I find fault in everything, oh

My life intoxicates me and when I fall

I fall down into the earth

I fall down into the slums of every fallen father

I fall farther than the would-be kings

I find fault in everything

I find fault in everything, oh