Recorded by Vince Ratti @ The Skylight Studio
Mastered by Bill Henderson
lyrics
My father's pride, my mother's eyes.
Culminate in the trees outside.
My front yard told so many lies.
And I tried, I tried.
But how could I? (how could I)
We stood so proud.
But you could have tried when I needed you, so we wept away into something I once knew.
"I've got a knot in my stomach" he said.
Tying the truth to a tree as she kicked the chair he built out of guilt, it never bared the weight of our love.
I couldn't wait to get out his car and scream, but she could never hear me. (same table; same chair; same legs)
They grew old and got tired just like you did, but they could still support; unlike your lies as empty as your spot at the table.
Do we ever cross your mind?
The family that you love, the ones you left behind.
My father's pride, my mother's eyes.
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