Indiscretion No.243 - Aereogramme

I’m listening like my father

Told me how to

And burning like my brother

Always knew I would

I admit these strong defences

All around you, yeah

Check, check, check

Turn your face to the wall and laugh

The chains we wore

Are breaking up the wall

Forget my indiscretions

These looks and my confessions

So praise the Lord

Way up high

Is it good to feel alright

So praise the Lord

His priests defy