Brother L.A.

(アルバム： For The Beauty Of Wynona - 1993)

The way you wait up late
When you finish the midnight shift
And you try to put out the hate
You know it's going to drift

Brother, you're going down
Down from the final blow
You can call on the one
The one that you knew

It feels right with you, my brother
It feels right when you're right here
No, I don't want to know
Every mountain every fear

Like a big old brother
Who can always pick you up
Who can fill your pocket
When you're all messed up

The sea that promises defeat
Is the flood that will come
The heat that keeps your habit warm
Is the flame that will burn

Are you wearing your filters?
Are you changing your clothes?
Are you wearing your colours
So that nobody knows?

Oh brother, brother, brother, brother of mine

Like a big brother
Who'll pick me up
Fill my pockets
When I'm all messed up

Invitation, you don't have to hide no more
You can give me something, I don't mind
You can lay it down on me
You can say it, I want to know

Oh brother, brother, brother, brother of mine
Oh sister, sister, sister, sister of mine

Look for my brother
Look for my brother
Look for my brother
Look for my brother