Dead Poets Lyrics

Read the chapters in your book

Tear the pages out that tell you how to live

Let's go down to the courtyard

March to the beat of the drum in your own heart

Let's go down to the courtyard

Tear the pages out

There's his father looking on

Does he know that this is all his fault?

Now his boy is gone and he missed out

On all the things that boy could have found

Oh oh oh ooo

In the silence, they made sound

Listened quietly as the words rang out

Words penned by dead poets

All of them gone, and all of them know that

Words penned by dead poets make the loudest sound

There's his father looking on

Does he know that this is all his fault?

Now his boy is gone and he missed out

On all the things that boy could have found

Oh oh oh ooo

In the spotlight, he felt home

Darkness fell on him when the curtain closed

He went home to a dark house

Felt the weight of the words from his father's mouth

He went home to a dark house

Never to come out

There's his father looking on

Does he know that this is all his fault?

All his fault

All his fault