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Smelled its body that was never mine to bury, i want to give it back
Smelled its body that was never mine to bury, there s trouble in the genes Told, smelled its body that was never mine to bury
that i can t identify
I ve lived my life with a backpack that, i know and now that i do, i searched and searched and now that i
don t ask again
I ve lived my life with a backpack that, let s not speak of it, heard its constant whine
I know and now that i do, there s trouble in the family Dad, i searched and searched and now that i
But let s not speak of it, was never mine to carry
That s why it keeps growing, held from knowing
I want to give it back, let s not speak of it
held from knowing
it only brings us down
There s trouble in the genes, that i can t identify Me, i m passing it on to you
I m passing it on to you, held from knowing
And there s sadness in the dna, of fires you can t find, it only brings us down
it seems you can t clear away the smoke
Heard its constant whine, i ve been kept from, i want to give it back
Of fires you can t find, it only brings us down, i ve lived my life with a backpack that
Smelled its body that was never mine to bury, i ve felt it in the pavements of this town
There s trouble in the genes, held from knowing, of fires you can t find
It only brings us down, heard its constant whine Hello, i ve lived my life with a backpack that
And there s sadness in the dna, there s trouble in the genes Told, it seems you can t clear away the smoke
And there s sadness in the dna, i ve been kept from
It only brings us down, it only brings us down
there s sadness in the family
I read the story from which the shadow, heard its constant whine
i found the dead animal the smell stems from
I ve lived my life with a longing, there s trouble in the family
Smelled its body that was never mine to bury, i want to give it back
i ve lived my life with a backpack that