Augustine - Blood Orange

My father was a young man

My mother off the boat

My eyes were fresh at 21

Bruised but still afloat

Our heads have hit the pavement

Many times before

You stroke his face to soothe him

While knowing that there's more

Saint Augustine

Late have I loved and chose to see

Skin on his skin

A warmth that I can feel with him

And no one even told me

The way that you should feel

Tell me did you lose your son

Tell me did you lose your love

Cry and burst my deafness while Trayvon falls asleep

The things that I would do to you

The things that I could do to you

Saint Augustine

Late have I loved and chose to see

Skin on his skin

A warmth that I can feel with him

Nontetha

We heard it all from you

Nontetha

We waited here for you

Nontetha

We heard it all from you

Nontetha

We waited here for you

Nontetha

We heard it all from you

Nontetha

We waited here for you

Nontetha

We heard it all from you

Nontetha