Father, I know your pride
I will hold the light
When your eyes get weak
When your hands shake like the leaves
In the flaming trees
Bend like weed in the wind
I will turn the pages
Hour after hour
Hour after hour
Hour after hour
(Hour after hour)
Father, I know the songs you loved
That I danced to as a child
I will play them all
Sing them
Over and over
In warm dark Spanish nights
Hour after hour
Hour after hour
Hour after hour
Hour after hour
I will paint the sky in the ceiling
And the sunset on the wall
Every gift you'll know
Know the meaning
Feel it in your blood and your bone
Hour after hour
I will turn the pages
I will hold the light
I will paint the sunset
On the bedroom wall