Letra da Música: Rubber Legs - Mineral

And always, there is a picture of you and her - coming home,
happy, from a
vacation on the seas. and you looked like a sailor, with a
tattoo of an anchor
on your arm - your hair greased back (face weathered by places
and days I'd
never seen). sometimes i read and re-read the birthday card you
sent me when i
turned seven. and i know the sun will never shine the way it did
that day
(when we threw paper airplanes at your head, and sat on your
knees - laughing).