Well I got your breath,
But I do not breathe your politics
While you'd sing
With eyes so close together
We focus in different directions,
Hey we look the same
But not the same way,
Same way at all.
With summer painted 'cross the sky,
I see this child do laps around his sheltered life
(Hey...Such lofted dreams fill his head my little one...)
He thinks he talks with God
He thinks he reads the future
(Hey...Between the red brick and the back fence my little one...)
While father swore that we must hold the shore
Against the evils in this world,
If I must watch this sunset
I vow I will dream of Heidelberg.
We fell from Eden.
We lost our money.
Red flag meets red wine across the Christmas dinner,
I dream inside this shore bound gale that
Takes me to the battlefield,
Where I'll face my own.
And father swore that we must hold the shore
Against the evils in this world,
If I must watch this sunset
I vow I will dream of Heidelberg.
Hey...My little one (etc.)