Lyrics Bloodline / Difficult Things - Orla Gartland

I think it′s kinda fun to trace it
Back to where it all began
Back in Dublin, in the kitchen
Up late talking to my mam
She was standing by the oven
A strong and stoic woman
I saw her as an equal, as a friend
And I saw myself inside her
A sobering reminder
We all become our mother in the end
You can leave it all behind
Skip a beat in the bloodline
And you've been hiding all your life, it′s time
To skip a beat in the bloodline
Oh, in the bloodline
I always feel like I'm the bad guy (oh, oh, oh, oh)
'Cause I′m the one that up′d and left
It kinda feels like living two lives (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And always trying to catch your breath
Now I
Gotta go my own way
Talk about a cliché
Remember to call home on the weekend
The radio is blaring
We turn into my parents
And it goes dark
And then it starts
And then it starts again
If you leave it all behind
Skip a beat in the bloodline
And you've been hiding all your life, it′s time
To skip a beat in the bloodline
Oh, in the bloodline
Oh, in the bloodline
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
That's a nice one
Can I see the photograph when you take it?
I might let ya
Orla, happy face
Happy face
Who′s going partying? Who's sad in photographs? Your sweet face
Ah Orla, you′re ruining all your friend's photographs
I don't wanna run away
But you, you don′t get me
I, I keep it all in
′Cause we never talk about difficult things
I don't wanna run away
But you, you don′t get me
I, I keep it all in
'Cause we never talk about difficult things
We never talk about difficult things
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
We never talk about difficult things
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
We never talk about difficult things
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
We never talk about difficult things