Lyrics Always, to Belong - The Last Royals

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