Funny Faces, Funny Noises

When I make funny faces
They never laugh
When I make funny noises
They form a gang
When I run from wolves, throwing bricks
They show their fangs
When I hit a car or burn down a store
They wonder when this began

Father, you're son is longing
For your breath
Father, you're son is wanting
A real father

Watchmen took a liking to me
(Though they never took a liking to me)
Life on West Madison Street
(A life you don't want to lead)
Love replaced by a fiery heat
(It is burning inside of me)
Chicago, West Madison Street
(A life you don't want to lead)

Father, you're son is longing
For your breath
Father, you're son is wanting
A real father

This place is in my ears
And in my eyes
Underneath the grey
But open skies
Lay my head to rest
When I can hide
Memories are etched
Into my mind



Credits
Writer(s): Philipp Hagenlocher
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