Some are lean and some with grace and some without
How did this come to pass?
And my question to you is
When blood sees blood of it's own
Left to fend and taught to fight
It sings to recognize the face
See his eyes and how they start with light
Fall so far and fast?
It sings to see itself again
It sings to hear the voice it's known
It sings to hear the voice it's known
Did he carry his bad luck upon his back?
One body split and passed along the line
Of a child who had been left alone at birth
Tell the story that repeats
I know these bones as being mine
And the curving of the lip
How did this come to pass?
How did this one life
That bad luck that we've all come to know
From the shoulder to the hip
Getting colder as the pictures go
How did this one life
And my question to you is
Fall so far and fast?
