Angry son

When you won't feel like you do now

You gonna call my name

You know that you're to blame

Oh, you won't be the same

Then see if I care

Mending slowly, all wounds, effortlessly

As the burden of his sunken child is lifted

But effortlessly again carried

Faintly to the stone heart of an angry son

An angry son who has done his swallowing

His memories are bitten pills

So many bitten pills that he has collected

Like the fallen pieces of the broken ground which he now moves on

This ground so unsettled, so endlessly unsettled

He recounted with the weight of the sunken earth

And still he moves on

This is Earth

Earth which he has moved on and collected, settled to his own liking

And still he moves on

A voice in the back of his head reminding him

That this is stolen, that this is not his

All these moments, this precious time spent, moments in gravity

All this anxious waiting

All this time spent waiting

All this pain that you know

All this effortless moving, all this pain that you will ever know

In waking hours, time spent in these moments

Though he is living, silently in moments

And forgiving relevance, it is in his heart he is holding

And calling behind sadness of empty fields

It is in these moments of time well spent, in these moments of gravity

This time well spent

A look to heaven, sighing tears of angels and a night sky

Racing

Racing, yelling softly

This is the moment

This is the moment

A look to heaven, sighing tears of angels and a night sky

This is the moment

Holding moments and forgiving relevance, it is in his heart

Calling behind the sadness of empty fields

All these moments of time, time well spent, time knows better

Behind tired eyes, behind tired eyes, I think he's waiting

Knowing your destiny, he calls him the angry son

This is the moment

This is the moment

This is the moment

This is the moment of truth

Running out of time

They don't know me, know me

They don't know me

This is the next last moment

I am the angry son

I am the angry son

I am the angry son

I am the angry son

This is the moment

This is the moment

I am the angry son

I am the angry son

I am the angry son

I am the angry son

Sighing tears of angels and a night sky, this is the moment

• Song: Angry son

• Band: Indian Summer