Boy - Birds Of Tokyo

My father was a giant

In his arms, I could leave the earth behind

My mother held a voice of reassurance

That everything was fine

My memory’s a vault, it plays against me

Selection is the game

It’s been so long since I remember days

When the sun would never fade

Even on cold days

My door’s always open

Where grey is enough light

To colour my world

I’ve a memory

Of a little boy

Who you’d like to meet

He could do anything

I’ve been missing him

Hope he’s been missing me all these years

Someone caught my eye

And I noticed a face I recognize

So good to see you back

Let’s hear your stories

I’d be glad to share you mine

I must say how

It’s so good to see you

Will you stay long

I could use a minute