He was prone to seein’ the world
Through a brown glass bottle lens
When he put it to his lips
The blindness saw no end
He promised me he’d stop
But he never had control
And headstones do no justice
Not for that kind of hole
But better places await us
His ghost sometimes haunts me
On occasion I see his face
And the sins of every father
Always arrive at the same place
I’ll never get used to seeing him
Engraved with an epitaph
And headstones do no justice
Without a photograph
But Dad, you pass right through me
And now the curtain falls
Until our next hello
credits
from Every Broken Clock,
released October 15, 2009
Nick DuFour-vocals, guitar
Gordon Smith-keyboards
Alex Glendening-guitar
Maria Nuccilli-drums
Written by Nick DuFour
Recorded by Gordon Smith
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