"Father's Day" lyrics
Fences & Hiss Golden Messenger Lyrics
(feat. Hiss Golden Messanger)
Father's Day your daddy died
Not his body but his mind
He's a hell of a lot more than they're talking
About
Drawings on skin and cigarette lips
dark lashes can't pay the bills
Just someone who misses his kid
I'll sing it loud and I'll sing it proud, it's mostly shame I am singing about
Would you even know me in a crowd?
On Father's Day your daddy died
Not his body but his mind
There's a hell of a lot more I wanna tell you about
Jack Kerouac and Bonnie Prince, Brockton and Elliott Smith, your ultrasound still hangin on the fridge
I wish that you could see it now, the sunset outside of Taos
It's even better through the clouds
On Father's Day your daddy died
Not his body but his mind
He's a hell of a lot more than they're talking
About
Fake buffalo on your grandmas couch
Christmas wasn't great but I figured it out
You smiled at me, wrapping paper in your mouth
Tape stuck to your hands and you looked at me, back to your hands then down to your feet
Mama hates daddy and he wished she didn't leave
On Father's Day your daddy died
Not his body but his mind
He's a hell of a lot more than they're talking
About
On Father's Day your daddy died
Not his body but his mind
Not his body but his mind
He's a hell of a lot more than they're talking
About
Drawings on skin and cigarette lips
dark lashes can't pay the bills
Just someone who misses his kid
I'll sing it loud and I'll sing it proud, it's mostly shame I am singing about
Would you even know me in a crowd?
On Father's Day your daddy died
Not his body but his mind
There's a hell of a lot more I wanna tell you about
Jack Kerouac and Bonnie Prince, Brockton and Elliott Smith, your ultrasound still hangin on the fridge
I wish that you could see it now, the sunset outside of Taos
It's even better through the clouds
On Father's Day your daddy died
Not his body but his mind
He's a hell of a lot more than they're talking
About
Fake buffalo on your grandmas couch
Christmas wasn't great but I figured it out
You smiled at me, wrapping paper in your mouth
Tape stuck to your hands and you looked at me, back to your hands then down to your feet
Mama hates daddy and he wished she didn't leave
On Father's Day your daddy died
Not his body but his mind
He's a hell of a lot more than they're talking
About
On Father's Day your daddy died
Not his body but his mind
