We, the Undersigned
I never quite told you
That you never raised me wrong
That it's not your fault
I'm a lacklustre son
The hounds of hell may play their part
In my reserve
But that is no excuse for
Withholding what you deserve
Though I'm quite certain
What your reaction will be
All the same there remains
That stiff upper lip in me
The hounds of hell may play their part
In my reserve
But we the undersigned do swear
Our silent love is there
That you never raised me wrong
That it's not your fault
I'm a lacklustre son
The hounds of hell may play their part
In my reserve
But that is no excuse for
Withholding what you deserve
Though I'm quite certain
What your reaction will be
All the same there remains
That stiff upper lip in me
The hounds of hell may play their part
In my reserve
But we the undersigned do swear
Our silent love is there
Credits
Writer(s): Calum Pratt
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