Front Porch Fractures

[Verse 1] Summer barbecues fade to grey Dad's smile stretched too wide that day Twenty years of "hello mate" Dissolved in headlines full of hate Now they're dancing round the spread Keeping distance like we're dead [Chorus] This is how they build their walls Brick by brick, behind it all Polite nods and plastic smiles Drawing lines across these tiles Where we used to stand as one Now they're teaching kids to run [Verse 2] Caught their whispers through the fence "Keep it British" - makes no sense Dad pretends he didn't hear Been here longer than their fear Bunting hangs like battle flags While they clutch their Union Jacks [Bridge] F*ck your garden parties now Your small talk makes me sick somehow Remember when you loved his food? Before your hearts turned crude Now you're all so fucking proud Of this invisible shroud [Chorus] This is how they build their walls Brick by brick, behind it all Polite nods and plastic smiles Drawing lines across these tiles Where we used to stand as one Now they're teaching kids to run [Outro] Twenty years of breaking bread Means nothing to the voices in their head The street remains the same But everything has changed And Dad still waves and smiles While they're building fucking files