Children's Work
Children's Work

Dessa - Children's Work Lyrics

Jan 19, 2010
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Children's Work Lyrics

My father was a paper plane
My mother was a windswept tree
My little brother's nearly twice my age
He taught me how to meditate, I taught him how to read

I grew up with a book in my bed
I got these dark circles before I turned ten
Heard my mother with her friends worry it was something she did
To get such a serious kid

But I've learned how to paint my face
How to earn my keep, how to clean my kill
Some nights I still can't sleep
The past rolls back, I can see us still

You've learned how to hold your own
How to stack your stones
But the history's thick
Children aren't as simple as we'd like to think

Before you came along I was a lone cub
Fell in love with language, tried to tell the grown-ups
About the storm clouds, the weather in my head
Hadn't heard the word for melancholy yet

Then you came in five years behind
We thought you couldn't talked, turned out you were just shy
Mom said it was serious, Dad said you'd be fine
I thought you were the prophet of 1989

You were so tender we thought something was wrong with you
So patient we thought that you were deaf
You were so solemn, so tiny but so ancient
Mom took you to see doctors, you scared her half to death

And I made you a library
Of tiny books with spines two inches high
You didn't say too much, but your smile
Taught me how to quiet down my mind

But I've learned how to paint my face
How to earn my keep, how to clean my kill
Some nights I still can't sleep
The past rolls back, I can see us still

You've learned how to hold your own
How to stack your stones
But the history's thick
Children aren't as simple as we'd like to think

You slept in my bed
And if I kept quiet
I could hear all the voices in your head

When the wagon tipped, I prayed over your body
I asked God to take the damage out on me
Ten years later, he finally gets the memo
Sent it to accounting and knocked out my front teeth

But you came to and took my hand
And held my eyes, and
Me and you had a long walk home
So we decided not to cry

Now we've got a grown-up love
And I know that's how it's supposed to be
Same old story, Mom gets Easters
Lets Dad have Christmas Eve

But I won't pretend I don't remember
How unusual we were
The little mystic and his handler
All some children do is work

But I've learned how to paint my face
How to earn my keep, how to clean my kill
Some nights I still can't sleep
The past rolls back, I can see us still

Writer(s): Dessa Margret Wander
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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