Testo di 'Bloodline / Difficult Things' di Orla Gartland

I think it's kinda fun to trace it
Back to where it all began
Back in Dublin, in the kitchen
Up late talking to my mam
She was standing by the oven
A strong and stoic woman
I saw her as an equal, as a friend
And I saw myself inside her, a sobering reminder
We all become our mother in the end

You can leave it all behind
Skip a beat in the bloodline
And You've been hiding all your life, it's time
To skip a beat in the bloodline
Oh, in the bloodline

I always feel like I'm the bad guy
'Cause I'm the one that upped and left
It kind of feels like living two lives
And always tryna catch your breath
Now I've gotta go my own way
Talk about a cliché
Remember to call home on the weekend
The radio is blaring
We turn into my parents
It goes dark, and then it starts, then it starts again

You can leave it all behind
Skip a beat in the bloodline
And You've been hiding all your life, it's time
To skip a beat in the bloodline
Oh, in the bloodline
Oh, in the bloodline

I don't wanna run away
But you, you don't get me
I, I keep it all in
'Cause we never talk about difficult things
I don't wanna run away
But you, you don't get me
I, I keep it all in
'Cause we never talk about difficult things
We never talk about difficult things
We never talk about difficult things
We never talk about difficult things
We never talk about difficult things