| Song | The Living Years |
| Artist | Chris de Burgh |
| Album | Footsteps 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Every generation, blames the one before | |
| And all of their frustrations, come beating on your door | |
| I know that | |
| I'm a prisoner to all my father held so dear | |
| I know that | |
| I'm a hostage to all his hopes and fears | |
| I just wish | |
| I could have told him in the living years | |
| Crumpled bits of paper | |
| Filled with imperfect thoughts | |
| Stilted conversations, | |
| I'm afraid that's all we've got | |
| You say you just don't see it, he says its perfect sense | |
| You just can't get agreement, in this present tense | |
| We all talk a different language, talking in defense | |
| So say it loud | |
| Say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| It's too late (it's too late) | |
| When we die (when we die) | |
| To admit we don't see eye to eye | |
| So we open up the quarrel | |
| Between the present and the past | |
| We only sacrifice the future | |
| It's the bitterness that lasts | |
| So don't yield to the fortunes | |
| You sometimes see as fate | |
| It may have a new perspective on a different day | |
| And if you don't give up, and don't give in, you may just be | |
| OK So say it say it say it loud | |
| Say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear ‘ | |
| Cos it's too late (it's too late) | |
| When we die (when we die) | |
| To admit we don't see eye to eye | |
| I wasn't there that morning | |
| When my father passed away | |
| I didn't get to tell him, all the things | |
| I had to say | |
| I think I caught his spirit, later that same year | |
| I'm sure I heard his echo in my baby's newborn tears | |
| I just, wish | |
| I could have told him in the living years | |
| So say it say it say it loud | |
| Say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear ‘ | |
| Cos it's too late (it's too late) | |
| When we die (when we die) | |
| To admit we don't see eye to eye | |
| Yes it's too late (it's too late) | |
| When we die (when we die) | |
| To admit we don't see eye to eye | |
| Every generation… |
| Every generation, blames the one before | |
| And all of their frustrations, come beating on your door | |
| I know that | |
| I' m a prisoner to all my father held so dear | |
| I know that | |
| I' m a hostage to all his hopes and fears | |
| I just wish | |
| I could have told him in the living years | |
| Crumpled bits of paper | |
| Filled with imperfect thoughts | |
| Stilted conversations, | |
| I' m afraid that' s all we' ve got | |
| You say you just don' t see it, he says its perfect sense | |
| You just can' t get agreement, in this present tense | |
| We all talk a different language, talking in defense | |
| So say it loud | |
| Say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| It' s too late it' s too late | |
| When we die when we die | |
| To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
| So we open up the quarrel | |
| Between the present and the past | |
| We only sacrifice the future | |
| It' s the bitterness that lasts | |
| So don' t yield to the fortunes | |
| You sometimes see as fate | |
| It may have a new perspective on a different day | |
| And if you don' t give up, and don' t give in, you may just be | |
| OK So say it say it say it loud | |
| Say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| Cos it' s too late it' s too late | |
| When we die when we die | |
| To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
| I wasn' t there that morning | |
| When my father passed away | |
| I didn' t get to tell him, all the things | |
| I had to say | |
| I think I caught his spirit, later that same year | |
| I' m sure I heard his echo in my baby' s newborn tears | |
| I just, wish | |
| I could have told him in the living years | |
| So say it say it say it loud | |
| Say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| Cos it' s too late it' s too late | |
| When we die when we die | |
| To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
| Yes it' s too late it' s too late | |
| When we die when we die | |
| To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
| Every generation |
| Every generation, blames the one before | |
| And all of their frustrations, come beating on your door | |
| I know that | |
| I' m a prisoner to all my father held so dear | |
| I know that | |
| I' m a hostage to all his hopes and fears | |
| I just wish | |
| I could have told him in the living years | |
| Crumpled bits of paper | |
| Filled with imperfect thoughts | |
| Stilted conversations, | |
| I' m afraid that' s all we' ve got | |
| You say you just don' t see it, he says its perfect sense | |
| You just can' t get agreement, in this present tense | |
| We all talk a different language, talking in defense | |
| So say it loud | |
| Say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| It' s too late it' s too late | |
| When we die when we die | |
| To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
| So we open up the quarrel | |
| Between the present and the past | |
| We only sacrifice the future | |
| It' s the bitterness that lasts | |
| So don' t yield to the fortunes | |
| You sometimes see as fate | |
| It may have a new perspective on a different day | |
| And if you don' t give up, and don' t give in, you may just be | |
| OK So say it say it say it loud | |
| Say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| Cos it' s too late it' s too late | |
| When we die when we die | |
| To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
| I wasn' t there that morning | |
| When my father passed away | |
| I didn' t get to tell him, all the things | |
| I had to say | |
| I think I caught his spirit, later that same year | |
| I' m sure I heard his echo in my baby' s newborn tears | |
| I just, wish | |
| I could have told him in the living years | |
| So say it say it say it loud | |
| Say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| Cos it' s too late it' s too late | |
| When we die when we die | |
| To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
| Yes it' s too late it' s too late | |
| When we die when we die | |
| To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
| Every generation |