Hurricane Holly - Father Time

Father Time

I’ts my favorite time of day when dad tells story
Where the dragons are the heroes
And the trolls are our friend but the
Vacuums are evil i’ll never vacuum again and we
Cry and we
Laugh and we
Beg daddy please one more, just one more but you can’t

Go back to the sidewalks where the dreams that we wrote there in chalk
The rain washed away
Go back to the playground where the pretty eyed child said they loved you
As you sat there and swayed

It was simple and breezy it all felt so easy you clung to the swing set and whispered

Chorus
Father Father Father won’t you stop for just one day
Let me live out every possible life in every possible way
Father father father won’t you turn your hands back

I want to hold onto the taste
Let me live out all the rest
I never want to forget

Verse2

Down in the ocean, lost at sea
Not a care in the world just a sailing pearl it’s a pirates life for me or
Out in the rockies married a dog and two kids building a home
Never alone this is where my heart is but
Up in manhattan in a pent house over the park with money and power
Climbing ranks by the hour it turns out i was the shark but you can’t

Go back to the parties where the dreams that you shot with tequila got flushed down the drain
Go back to the dorm room where the first time she touched you all the blood rushed from your brain
It was simple and breezy it all felt so easy you clung to her skin as you cried out

Father Father Father won’t you stop for just one Night
Let me live out every possible love in every possible light
Father Father Father won’t you wipe your hands clean

I want to hold onto the taste
Let me live out all the rest
I never want to forget

Verse 3

But settle down you a little bit high and,
Settle up all the debts that your trying to pay
It won’t matter any way it won’t matter any way and you can
Cry about the things you lack and you can
Cry out can’t i get it all back Ok
It won’t matter any way it won’t matter any way cause you cant’

Escape from your bedroom where your child like ambitions and vision boards color your walls
In a basement in Brooklyn where the world starts to crumble just knowing you can’t have it all it’s never simple or breezy it’s not fucking easy you cling to your youth as you cry out

Chorus

Mother mother mother won’t you reason with your man
He’s tearing away all your flowers and he’s bringing winter again
Mother mother mother won’t you hold his hands down

I want to hold onto the taste,
Let me live out all the rest
I never want to forget

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