Beggar's Psalm from Regards by The Father

It ain't a rose unless it's got a couple thorns
Like fingers on the heartstrings
Pull your head out of the lullaby and give me something good to sing
And lord only knows why the bloom came so early this year
Peeking out between the floorboards in the dew of old tears
Beneath the broken bottles and a glass half empty and a promise ring
An oasis in the desert of a heart that I've been beating and that's all I need from you
A glass third eye, pair of tongues darting in and own between her wooden teeth
Flashed her a smile, I kissed her cheek before she headed out the back door, back door
And I left that canary back at home
And I stumbled to the well, so dark and cold
You could hear that black birdy singing out the last sad song, it was a requiem
A beggar's psalm, it went
(whistling)
And as we're turning the dirt over, find a bed of four leaf clovers as I dig the grave
And I'll take along a handful with us arm in arm as topsoil
Hits that coffin lid to the beat of this song
Tell me, who will take the bait
Who's gonna pull the line and take that hook between the teeth
Snap the anchor from the chain
A pair of torn sails drifting off into the sea
Another failure in the fall down rain
Rag water drip to soothe the sand scratched excuses from the heart
Break the promise for the sake of being so true to a fable that we never made come true, so true
Yeah, right on
You know that potion's made of saltwater and the scent of a rose in the stair
(whistling)

• Acoustic
• post acoustic
• San Diego