Father's Hands Songtext

Bluebottle Kiss

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Father's Hands Songtext
Got chucked out of a Greek youth hostel
Made it up in a flea pit motel
And watched the violence slip away

And I believe she is my mother as a young girl
Two bluest eyes to penetrate my small world
They're boring through me over my grandmother's grave

I visited my mother's town
I saw the places she hung around

Watched her friends' old children
Not noticing the rain
And if she wasn't born here
This couldn't have been the same

Found out some things that I shouldn't have but I oughtta
Keep it quiet, now it's tapping on my shoulder
And summer's on the wane

Live in a house devoid of any central heating
Your preconceptions hey they sure do take a beating
Was just around the month of May

And sure it's good to be alone
But it's high time she came home

But my father's hands, they're gonna have to stay
But she always wants it every other way
Where I'm limited to being who I am
If I'm invisible I hope she'd understand

Cos time, it blurs so many things
I just hope she's on my side
And we could relearn everything
Like how to glue it together
Watch the wheels collide
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