The Favourite Son

Sleep little baby, I feel you breathing on my arms
Sleep little baby, oh yeah, when you wake will your daddy be gone

Look at our time, it's falling away
Falling away and it's a shame but it's true
The days of are lives are but leaves in the wind
Collected and binned always replaced in the grand scheme of things
Just as the fall turns to winter, turns to spring

The glint in your eyes grows brighter with time
At least brighter than mine and it's a shame but it's true
With you at my side I'll, face it again
Smile from the train, and watch the world go whistling by without a care
Lie back with you and put my feet up on the chair
My favourite son, I'm wrapped and I'm done, but something has died
Impossible child, within and reviled, come along for the ride

Look at our time, it's falling away
Falling away and it's a shame but it's true
The days of are lives are, but leaves in the wind
Collected and binned always replaced in the grand scheme of things
Just as the fall turns to winter, turns to spring
My favourite son, I'm wrapped and I'm done, but something has died
Impossible child, within and reviled, come along for the ride
But something has died