Boy

Birds Of Tokyo · March Fires [2013]

My father was a giant

In his arms

I could leave the earth behind

My mother held a voice

Of reassurance

That everything was fine

My memory's a vault

It plays against me

Selection is the game

It's been so long since

I remember days

When the sun would never fade



Even on cold days

My door's always open

Where grey is enough light

To colour my world



I've a memory

Of a little boy

Who you'd like to meet

He could do anything

I've been missing him

Hope he's been missing me

All these years



Someone caught my eye

And I noticed a face I recognize

So good to see you back

Let's hear your stories

I'd be glad to share you mine



Even on cold days

My door's always open

Where grey is enough light

To colour my world



I've a memory

Of a little boy

Who you'd like to meet

He could do anything

I've been missing him

Hope he's been missing me

All these years

[x2]



I must say how

It's so good to see you

Will you stay long

I could use a minute

[x2]