Bluebottle Kiss
Father's Hands
Got chucked out of a Greek youth hostelMade it up in a flea pit motelAnd watched the violence slip awayAnd I believe she is my mother as a young girlTwo bluest eyes to penetrate my small worldThey're boring through me over my grandmother's graveI visited my mother's townI saw the places she hung aroundWatched her friends' old childrenNot noticing the rainAnd if she wasn't born hereThis couldn't have been the sameFound out some things that I shouldn't have but I oughttaKeep it quiet, now it's tapping on my shoulderAnd summer's on the waneLive in a house devoid of any central heatingYour preconceptions hey they sure do take a beatingWas just around the month of MayAnd sure it's good to be aloneBut it's high time she came homeLetras de cancionesBut my father's hands, they're gonna have to stayBut she always wants it every other wayWhere I'm limited to being who I amIf I'm invisible I hope she'd understandCos time, it blurs so many thingsI just hope she's on my sideAnd we could relearn everythingLike how to glue it togetherWatch the wheels collide
From Letras Mania