Paula Cole Lyrics
"Father"

Father
Father
Father
Father is a blackout
Father is a sacrificial art
Ready for sacrifice
The holy rite
Romanticized
Some distant shrine
A valentine
Pretty paper shine,
Ego stroked
And stitched inside...

I take it and take it
And take it again
I take it and take it
And take it again

I Just rip you out, just get you out
Return to your karma
Live another life
Be the daughter, be the wife,
Receive your lashings this second time,
Be the beggar, be the shrew,
Bring this karma upon you,
And the river runs red
And the banished bed,
Received your lessos, pick up the thread.

We take it and take it
And take it again
We take it and take it
And take it again

Feelings wash anew,
Another Father's Day too,
A scab torn fresh,
The blood lets, the skin stings,
But my tears don't spring
Cause cynicism is my middle name.
Don't come here to blacken my birth,
Don't remember me,
I'm not your baby girl.

I take it and take it
And take it again
I take it and take it
And take it again

I take it and take it
And take it again

Father
Father
Father
Lilacs and hidden rooms
The scent of loss
The whiff of doom
Father