| Song | The Living Years |
| Artist | Mike&the Mechanics |
| Album | Hits |
| 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 thought | |
| Stilted conversations | |
| I'm afraid that's all we've got | |
| You say you just don't see it | |
| He says it's perfect sense | |
| You just can't get agreement | |
| In this present tense | |
| We all talk a different language | |
| Talking in defence | |
| Say it loud, say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| It's too late when we die | |
| To admit we don't see eye to eye | |
| So we open up a 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 o.k. | |
| Say it loud, say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| It's too late 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 new born tears | |
| I just wish i could have told him in the living years | |
| Say it loud, say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| It's too late when we die | |
| To admit we don't see eye to eye |
| 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 thought | |
| Stilted conversations | |
| I' m afraid that' s all we' ve got | |
| You say you just don' t see it | |
| He says it' s perfect sense | |
| You just can' t get agreement | |
| In this present tense | |
| We all talk a different language | |
| Talking in defence | |
| Say it loud, say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| It' s too late when we die | |
| To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
| So we open up a 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 o. k. | |
| Say it loud, say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| It' s too late 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 new born tears | |
| I just wish i could have told him in the living years | |
| Say it loud, say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| It' s too late when we die | |
| To admit we don' t see eye to eye |
| 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 thought | |
| Stilted conversations | |
| I' m afraid that' s all we' ve got | |
| You say you just don' t see it | |
| He says it' s perfect sense | |
| You just can' t get agreement | |
| In this present tense | |
| We all talk a different language | |
| Talking in defence | |
| Say it loud, say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| It' s too late when we die | |
| To admit we don' t see eye to eye | |
| So we open up a 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 o. k. | |
| Say it loud, say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| It' s too late 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 new born tears | |
| I just wish i could have told him in the living years | |
| Say it loud, say it clear | |
| You can listen as well as you hear | |
| It' s too late when we die | |
| To admit we don' t see eye to eye |