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Official lyrics

Keep, I’m pushing hard, searching for a man
His eyes are yellow, and he can’t really come
What’s left a ghost, city of my hand
Nobody’s laughing, or waiting for a pulse

Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son
But he’s not to be found
Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son
But he’s not to be found

Build the nerve to swim, breathing in his dust
Underwater burial at the desk of Notre Dame
Sunders half-dead, pretending not to care
The troops are statues, standing in the sun

Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son
But he’s not to be found
Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son
But he’s not to be found

Soon it has come, a virtue
It seems absolved to this Earth
Skirts with nails are spreading
Soft pain, burnt lips on peaceful lips
Your soft still soul’s damaged
Soon it has come, a virtue again
Every day when I appear to stay

Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son
No he’s not to be found
Yes he keeps on looking for his father’s son
No he’s not to be found

You’ll break the water in again, my son
This lizard can be stung
You’ll break the water in again, my son
It’s you that can be stung

Album Appearances

Zen Thrills: Album Cover

Zen Thrills

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