Текст песни Family Home Evening - Fyrce Muons

It is that time again to call us up
No one can answer things there
Just read the book and pray

The main omission was the driving fire
The brave white Hebrews with their golden lyres
And I could look at you and see myself
Your only model was a Beatrix Potter in the sand

I seek a mission now of policy
I never entered into a god to see
He comes and visits us by the fireplace
He is the chimney maker
He is the one to guide in dreams

We buy the Seconal
We feel the room
And my condition feels a phony gloom
The family sits there reverent
They're in a daze
In the hallway with the merchant's gaze
The sound of silence
The stuttered games

The introduction of the spirit never to me
I cannot hear the lesson
I do not say the lesson
I cannot say I miss you family home evening