Paula Cole - Father Lyrics

Father,
Father,
Father.

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

I take it and take it cnd take it again
I take it and take it cnd take it again.

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
cnd the river runs red
cnd the banished bed
Received your lessons, 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
c 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.