Something that came out of the blue other day when I did decluttering. Used my lunch break to think about it… THE LIVING YEARS (by ~Mike and the Mechanics) Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door. I know that I’m a prisoner To all my father held so dear I know that I’m 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 I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got. You say you just don’t see it He says it’s perfect sense You just can’t get agreement In his present tense We all talk a different language Talking in defence. Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It’s too late when we die To admit we don’t see eye to eye. (Chorus) So we open up a quarrel Between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future It’s the bitterness that lasts. So don’t yield to the fortunes You sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective On a different day And if you don’t give up, And don’t give in You may just be okay. (Chorus) I wasn’t there that morning When my father passed away I didn’t get to tell him All the things I had to say. I think I caught his spirit Later the same year I’m sure I heard his echo In my baby’s newborn tears I just wish I could have told him In the living years. (Chorus)… #thelivingyears #thesongoftheliving #mikeandthemechanics #bestsongever #fallingintears #thepastispast #thepastisunique#feelingemotional #feelingsad #feelinggood #someemotionaloutcome#tickingclock #whathashappenedinthepast https://www.instagram.com/p/CWno1R9ttah/?utm_medium=tumblr