Текст песни Father’s Day - Big Business

Digging out of our range
My sympathy runs with time spent in the grave
Keeping some of this gold
Greed is the sound the mine carries the most

When nothing you see is clear darkness doesn't seem so bad
There's breath if you hold it
Begging for no new mining

Minutes counting for days
Both of your lungs are grey, needing a break
Fitting into a hole not mean for a man
There's barely room for the ghosts

When nothing you see is clear darkness doesn't seem so bad
There's breath if you hold it
Begging for no new mining

Keeping some of this gold
Making room for the ghosts