Faded Paper Figures - First Son

First son has come undone,
hard times for everyone.
They wanted him to find it hard
to live without their dreams.

Old school, he's back in town,
the factories are closing down.
They wanted him to find it hard
to live without their love.

He's grown his own wings and flown,
and he says I'm happier on my own.

Engines on,
hear them humming like an ancient song.
And when I'm driving does it turn you on,
or just the thought we'll go away?
The thought we'll go away?
The thought we'llll go away?

First love, he went too far,
on Sundays, they'd ditch the car,
and climb the hills,
and warm their skins,
and break each other's hearts.

He's grown his own wings and flown,
and he says I'm happier on my own.

Engines on,
hear them humming like an ancient song.
And when I'm driving does it turn you on,
or just the thought we'll go away?
The thought we'll go away?
The thought we'llll go away?