That Was the Year

That was the year I spent
Swimming in soft cement
And like a bullet train it went
And I still miss you

I'm not the only one to mourn
And I don't wanna invite scorn
But something inside was torn
Cuz I still miss you

I remember you reproached me for crying
It's never been the family way
We lock it up in lead-lined boxes
Face paint battleship grey

We were streetwise with the resources
And always had a wealth of scran
Dad took dirt from a gaffer
Although he was a learned man

And you were a hard-working woman
Never let the family sink
If there was a third job going
You'd barely even have to think

With your duties behind you forever
I'm heavier in my bones
Memories of anger and worry
Sit in my gut like stones

You could be hard
You could be hard
You could be hard
I get it



Credits
Writer(s): George Moorey
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