Letras
Started mailroom, moved up through clerical
Now old Beatrix
Started mailroom, moved up through clerical
Now old Beatrix
I'm the teacher's son
I'm the teacher's son
I'm the teacher's son
I am the teacher's son
Never seen a sky so big
Like it's been saving up for years
Clouds from Russian press came down
Till the dead line disappears
I have loved and lost
Like the river's lost and found
But I've never fought the tide
And I've never fucked around
I'm the teacher's son
I am the teacher's son
I'm the teacher's son
I am the teacher's son
My favorite sound is church bells
And my greatest love's the sea
Though I never learned to swim
Never trusted it with me
Wrote a novel in my twenties
Though it never left my head
A thousand words a sentence
Till all the characters were dead
I'm the teacher's son
I am the teacher's son
I'm the teacher's son
I am the teacher's son
My father was a poet
Though he never got the chance
Cause his words looked like another's
If you took them at a glance
But he met a girl so pretty
That he asked her to a dance
There his words they died like flowers
There his words, they lost all power
I've been told I have his ways
I've been told I have his grace
But he left me on my birthday
And the only thing remains
I've been told I have his ways
I've been told I have his grace
But he left me on my birthday
And the only thing remains
Teacher's son
I am the teacher's son
I'm the teacher's son
I am the teacher's son