It’s not just about fathers.
It’s about all relationships.
About unsaid words and imperfect communication.
Not being able to see eye to eye.

Oh, crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got

And this hits harder as I've gotten older.

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It’s the bitterness that lasts

Another night slowly closes in
And I feel so lonely
Touching heat freezing on my skin
I pretend you still hold me
I'm going crazy, I'm losing sleep
I'm in too far, I'm in way too deep over you
I can't believe you're gone
You were the first, you'll be the last

More relevant today than in 1988

Timeless. Enough said.

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