The Daughters' Father watches, quietly we assume
He’s no longer with us but he left this dusty room
And your name it’s an honor
It’s a shame but it’s your honor
To take it on your shoulder
'til you can find another
That’s enough for now
He should have never left you broken
He should have held you
Things your Father never could do That’s enough for now
He would have never left you broken
He would have held you
Things your Father never told you
The century before you, never could turn 21
Years and years he waited, just watching for a son
Someone to go ahead, to take the name instead
Years and years he waited, but a daughter came instead
Breathing comes in pairs
Except for twice
One begins and one’s goodbye
60 years of sorrow, he got 5 or 6 of bliss
Left my mothers' mother
Without so much as a kiss
As a kiss
60 years of sorrow, he got 5 or 6 of bliss
Left my Mothers' mother
Without so much as a kiss