Father - Anastasia Minster

#dark #sadsong #singer #melancholy #singersongwriter #vocals #atmospheric #darkmusic #noir #sad #father #blackandwhite #original #originalsong #originalmusic Studio version: Father, the bird is dead We have ended On the rocks beneath Fading feathers in my hand Is it time to grow teeth? Grow teeth Father, how short’s the flight Was it just a dream within a dream? All is said and done and now All I want is hurt him Hurt him Hurt him Was it your hand, my hand, his hand? O my goodness Was it your face, my face, his face in mine? Is it over before it begins? Was it his face, my face, your face in his? Father, the flowers bloomed Those were really flowers of evil And we’d meet by the cemetery gate Not the gates of Eden Father, the fruit was sweet It was cursed and rotten to the core And we fell softly in the arms of sleep Just to wake up naked Naked and sore Was it your hand, my hand, his hand? O my goodness Was it your face, my face, his face in mine? Is it over before it begins? Was it his face, my face, your face in his? You