Paroles de la chanson Brother par Slow Show

No, what have we here?
The cigarette smoke and hollow tears.
No, brother, all those years,

You sat me down to talk me through those fears.
You're too young to leave me, brother.
Those days we had, will never pass me by.
Let's go back to football fields and backyard alleyways,
Before God let you down, boy, and took your life away.
Too young to leave me, brother.
Those days we had, will never pass my by.
No, brother, brother.
Too young to leave now!
Too young to stand aside!

And just another call and no, I know,
oh brother, just another story told.
Let's go back to football fields and backyard alleyways,
Before God let you down, boy, and took your life away.