Texty: Impossibles. Long Way From, Long Time Since.

Dear Father, how long have you gone
without speaking to your first-born son?
(He's well, she's fine)
I'm better still
Still looking good
On everything I said I would
(He's well, she's fine)
Deafened by the silent sound
The walls you built not falling down
(He's well, she's fine)

Close your eyes
Don't open them until the morning sunshine
I'll be waiting


Shave the dead weight from your face
To find a new life to take it's place
(Go now, move on)
Dad, I know how hard it's been
To feel like you inside your skin
(Go now, move on)