Father's Son from Deadfall by Roseville

i’m my father’s son
and you’re running away from your mother
i’m not coming home
listen to the opinions of her

in the street so wide
i just wanna feel alive under a real sky
under a real sky
another look inside

and we’ll let go
of the right ones
and we’ll sift unbridled
with the lights on
after all, how can i forget?

i’m my father’s son
timshel, could i change if i wanted?
cycles swallowed whole
these things we can harvest in summer

a new way to die; alive under a real sky
when we curse what we want to
under a real sky

and we’ll let go of the right ones
we’ll sift unbridled with the lights on

will you tell me if you make it?
could you feel this love or fake it?

• DIY
• Rock
• bedroom
• downer
• indie
• slowcore
• Fort Collins