'Course I feel bad

It's been fifteen years

Of just the three of us

I don't blame you

But I do

For how you don't listen

And blame things on the dust

Brother, father

Makes me hate

All four of us

'Cause why are you yelling

At tears on concrete floors?

Why are you screaming

At virgin ears relying on your tone?

Tone

When there's fighting I can't

When there's fighting I can't

When there's fighting I can't

When there's fighting I can't

When there's fighting I can't

When there's fighting I can't

Whеn there's fighting I can't

When thеre's

Love

I see the love

Love