Kevin Atwater
Family Party
Here we are yet again
I'm under the table, killing my pen
Convincing my cousin (who's three)
I'm a beautiful dragon with a secret to keep
He slides right under the bench
He asks me if I can fly and I tell him 'Yes'
He says he'll keep my secret for me
From the rest of the branches on our family tree
They circle up for prayer while I'm gazing
From the window by the stairs, they look crazy
But I'm sure to them I look like the same thing
A couple of sentences dressed up as conversation at a party
Before we go to bed
We walk to the farm, by my house 'round the bend
To play a game of touch midnight-catch
A family tradition of making me less
While I'm trying to break
The way that it cycles every time that I play
The prophecy fulfills with "It's best
If I watch from the sidelines, if I watch from the bench"
They circle up for game, while I gaze in
Letras de cancionesFrom the window by the stairs, I can place them
They're ruffling my hair and they're saying
"Are you trying to pretend like you're at some cooler party again?"
And they walk away, missing what I said
And I'm talking to myself again
From Letras Mania