Scott Matthew - Ballad Dear lyrics

Oh son you're not wrong There are so many of us Who'd rather play dead It's easier to run than explain ourselves And if winter of discontent It fills your bones, its your only friend Feel free to defend your right Don't fight, simply slip out of sight To sweeter terrain Balladeer Sweet one, you're not wrong There are so many of us Who'd rather succumb to the tide and give up Then explain ourselves And if banter and bayonets Your neurotic boss and those idiots And they force you to take the test And fail again so bettеr yet The sweeter tеrrain Balladeer And if banter and bayonets Your neurotic boss and those idiots And they force you to take the test And fail again so better yet The sweeter terrain Balladeer The sweeter terrain Balladeer