Don't you ever feel like nobody knows you?
Floating round like you were a living ghost.
Maybe one day I'll be somebody's Father,
Well, I've already been somebody's Son
How many Me's can you fit in one person?
How many trees could you grow in your garden?
How many days can we still hold on?
I'm a stranger at your dining room table
Close to comfort like it's really me there.
But what I touch, and hear and feel ain't real it's like I wasn't there.
How many Me's can you fit in one person?
How many trees could you grow in your garden?
How many days can we still hold on?
Like you've got,
The weight of this world living on a wooden stool.
Oh my god,
I'll always just be one of your distant memories.
Somebody's Father,
Somebody's Son,
Somebody's Mother,
Gone but not gone.
Astles - Somebody's Father, Somebody's Son Lyrics
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Don't you ever feel like nobody knows you?
Floating round like you were a living ghost.
Maybe one day I'll be somebody's Father,
Well, I've already been somebody's Son
How many Me's can you fit in one person?
How many trees could you grow in your garden?
How many days can we still hold on?
I'm a stranger at your dining room table
Close to comfort like it's really me there.
But what I touch, and hear and feel ain't real it's like I wasn't there.
How many Me's can you fit in one person?
How many trees could you grow in your garden?
How many days can we still hold on?
Like you've got,
The weight of this world living on a wooden stool.
Oh my god,
I'll always just be one of your distant memories.
Somebody's Father,
Somebody's Son,
Somebody's Mother,
Gone but not gone.
Floating round like you were a living ghost.
Maybe one day I'll be somebody's Father,
Well, I've already been somebody's Son
How many Me's can you fit in one person?
How many trees could you grow in your garden?
How many days can we still hold on?
I'm a stranger at your dining room table
Close to comfort like it's really me there.
But what I touch, and hear and feel ain't real it's like I wasn't there.
How many Me's can you fit in one person?
How many trees could you grow in your garden?
How many days can we still hold on?
Like you've got,
The weight of this world living on a wooden stool.
Oh my god,
I'll always just be one of your distant memories.
Somebody's Father,
Somebody's Son,
Somebody's Mother,
Gone but not gone.
Writer: Daniel Astles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music