i can t find the faintest echo of the certain sound of your voice in my backyard running through the summer leaves where rock and river clap like hands that know a better song but instead midnight love songs left me in the darkest worry i ve lost sight of my father s face i ve lost sight of my father s face stumbling through the shadows reaching out infront to catch the nuts and leaves and all i find are splinters of our life and waiting to find somewhere in the silent sound that speaks a better word than any living in the avalanche i ve lost sight of my father s face i ve lost sight of my father s face i ve lost sight of my father s face i ve lost sight of my father s face