Augustine

Lyrics for Augustine

My father was a young man My mother off the boat My eyes were fresh at twenty-one 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 (what did I choose 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 can't do to you The things that I can't do to you Saint Augustine Late have I loved and chose to see (what I chose to see, what I) Skin on his skin A warmth that I can feel with him Nontetha (Nontetha) We heard it all from you (we heard it all from you) Nontetha We waited here for you (waited here for you) Nontetha (Nontetha) We heard it all from you (we heard it all from you) Nontetha We waited here for you (waited here for you) Nontetha We heard it all from you (we heard it all from you) Nontetha We waited here for you (we weaited here for you) Nontetha Kushé-o aw di bodi Nontetha