Baby Brother -Ron Pope

I was a mess
You were a prince
We were the sons of a house on fire
it’s funny I guess

Cause we are the same
In so many ways
Sun’s going down
I’m thinking of you’re so far away

Where we sat on the roof of that building
With our legs over the side
Starring out across the city
We were 50 stories high

When the cops came
We went running
Through the village and the lights

Baby Brother, we were reckless
But we both learnt how to fly

—-

It’s getting cold
Wanted to call
Sorry to wake you
I guess I forgot it’s so late on the coast

Talk to you soon
Yeah I miss you too
You get some rest
And I’d call you again before the weekends’ through

Where we sat on the roof of that building
With our legs over the side
Starring out across the city
We were 50 stories high

When the cops came
We went running
Through the village and the lights

Baby Brother, we were reckless
But we both learnt how to fly

—-

Where we sat on the roof of that building
With our legs over the side
Starring out across the city
We were 50 stories high

When the cops came
We went running
Through the village and the lights

Baby Brother, we were reckless
But we both learnt how to fly

Baby Brother -Ron Pope