Little fingers reach from the rich earth
Reach for a heal to hold fast

Tiny wings beat the air of his head
Their whispers reach out to hold an ear

*
CHORUS
Ohohohohohohohohoh

Your such a child Adelaida
You sharpen your nails out in the halflight
Your wings are waiting Adalaida
*

He’s beating a dead horse he curse the foal
The eyes in the leaves they saw him fall

Little fingers reach from the rich earth
Reach for a heal to hold fast

CHORUS

©2009 Abraham and Jacob Houck

There were always white wings leading through the trees
And they would lay me down under your heart
As you go flying around you fly around the room
Oh your whispers say that we all dream the same in the end

*
CHORUS
When it all breaks down I’m carving out your name in your heart wood
Of your tree full of ghosts
Your heart full of soma
Your tree full of ghosts
*

I smell the sea in your hair
And the mountain holds you oh so dear
As you go droppin down, droppin down from the sky
While the occupation files slowly past your door

CHORUS

Oooooo radar home
Ooooooo radar home

The end is gonna come now, the end gonna to come
The devil’s gonna come now, the devil’s gonna come

Ooooo radar home
Oooooo radar home

©2009 Abraham and Jacob Houck

Away to the hills dear we ride
We won’t come back to open windows
Away where the rivers cut deep
Where our fathers toiled and bled

Under open skies
Where the bread falls from heaven
And the rocks do cry
For the swollen tongue

You’re running from under your feet
From the basement of your tar and steel
Cause you’re longing for a place set in stone
Where you won’t be moved by the wind

Please dear, you can breath, dear
We won’t be coming back
We’ll never come back

We’ll leave our gold and silver behind
And we’ll all see the scars on our faces
When the morning tears our skin apart
And we all reach for each other

(repeat)

Close your eyes now my dear
You can sleep, you can sleep now at last

©2009 Abraham and Jacob Houck

Father pick me up
I’ve fallen down
My feet are cold and bleeding
And I cant get up

Trusting strangers
More than my own flesh and blood
I’ve got trouble burning deep
But the crying won’t come
I’ve got trouble burning deep
But the crying won’t come

*
CHORUS
We’re a happy family
We’re a happy family
We’re a happy family
With a broken home and all
*

Mother hold me close
I don’t want to grow old
I want sleep in your arms
With my eyes open

Child in rebellion
With a mind of your own
How you thought of your own glory
And you fought your own home

How you thought of your own glory
And you fought your own home
How you thought of your own glory
And you fought your own home

CHORUS

Now you’re eating with the pigs
And you want to go back
But you think he will never
Let you in again
Think some more, think again
Then go on knock down
That old door

CHORUS

©2009 Abraham and Jacob Houck