Always, To Belong

I'll photograph evening light
 And send at once, the setting sun
 To the ones that I love
 The bastards they will fall
 To the ground
 Splitting hairs and taking bites
 Trying always, to belong
 And we sing...
 Oh oh, fairly well
 Oh, farewell, farewell
 Oh, fair warning
 To the walls that come between
 A loving father and a son
 I'll cut a path
 Through the trees
 Using only living leaves
 To the ones that I love
 And the bastards they will fall
 Dressing up and dressing down
 Our happy hearts
 They're beating twice
 Without beating once
 And we sing...
 Oh oh, fairly well
 Oh, farewell, farewell
 Oh, fair warning
 To the walls that come between
 A loving father and a son
 And the bastards they will fall
 They're dressing up
 I'm dressing down
 And our happy hearts
 Are twice as fast
 Through the forest we will crawl
 I'll cut a path right through the trees
 Using only living leaves
 And our happy hearts are twice as fast
 They're splitting hairs and getting by
 Trying every day and always to belong