Текст песни Shamrock - The Singers

Tell me about a teacher in the morning at six
Tell me about a father in the morning he's sick
Tell me about a schoolboy in the morning he's late
Ways are empty
But it's always fate
Tell me 'bout a teacher he's not checking the brakes
Tell me about a father he's not looking at waves
Tell me about a schoolboy he won't see other days
Ways are empty
But it's always fate
They found
A place
That exists
In their souls
They found
A place
To call home
Ways are empty
But it's always fate
Tell me 'bout a teacher going out of his mind
Tell me about a father now he's drunk all the time
Tell me about a schoolboy he never felt like this way
Ways are empty
But it's always fate
Tell me 'bout a teacher he's not checking the brakes
Tell me about a father he's not looking at waves
Tell me about a schoolboy he won't see other days
Ways are empty
But it's always fate
They found
A place
That exists
In their souls
They found
A place
To call home
They found
A place
That exists
In their souls
They found
A place
To call home
They found
A place
That exists
In their souls
They found
A place
To call home