Father's Tears

i just wanted a sunny place to read this fucking book about sociology

vienna is so fucking loud, all these cars make my ears bleed

give me back a little space, where i can rest my eyes, lay my head back on her lap and watch

her lips move back and forth

if you dare to speak to me, i can put a spell on your mouth

if you dare to speak to me, i can put a spell on your mouth

don’t disturb my silence, don’t disturb my space

i have found this sunny place for me; i won’t let you take it away

i have found my voice again; i won’t let you take it from me

i will teach my son how to be brave and radically soft

he won’t need to toughen up, he won’t need to be a stone-cold man

‘cause i can see the tears behind my father’s eyes

he hasn’t, he hasn’t cried in a while

geht scho’ mottl!