Текст песни Ezra Bell - Dear Old Dad

Good old dad, he showed his hand
He poured his drink on the carpet
And outside I was watching the fireworks
Burn out above like a card trick

And when we slept you left your bed
And ran to the arms of a grown man
And all that night you left your light in
The back of Vanessa Martin's mom's van

And you still just borrow what you cannot steal
You will ask what isn't owed
When you find out that none of that is real
Come back and dance the night away in dirty clothes

One by one we all moved on
While you just clung to your childhood
And all that shame you prick your veins with
Will never love you like I do

Someone stands to hold your hand
down there deep in the barroom
All the night look left and right
Love, tell me, tell me, where are you?

And you still just borrow what you cannot steal
You will ask what isn't owed
When you find out that none of that is real
Come back and dance the night away in dirty clothes