the living years

Chris de Burgh - The Living Years



Every generation, blames the one before
And all of their frustrations, come beating on your door
I know that Im a prisoner to all my father held so dear
I know that Im a hostage to all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thoughts
Stilted conversations, Im afraid thats all weve got
You say you just dont see it, he says its perfect sense
You just cant get agreement, in this present tense
We all talk a different language, talking in defense

So say it loud
Say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
Its too late (its too late)
When we die (when we die)
To admit we dont see eye to eye

So we open up the quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
Its the bitterness that lasts
So dont yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective on a different day
And if you dont give up, and dont give in, you may just be OK

So say it say it say it loud
Say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
Cos its too late (its too late)
When we die (when we die)
To admit we dont see eye to eye

I wasnt there that morning
When my father passed away
I didnt get to tell him, all the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit, later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo inmy babys newborn tears
I just, wish I could have told him in the living years

So say it say it say it loud
Say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
Cos its too late (its too late)
When we die (when we die)
To admit we dont see eye to eye

Yes its too late (its too late)
When we die (when we die)
To admit we dont see eye to eye

Every generation…