Baby's Breath

by Bill Callahan

From the album: Apocalypse

Track 2 of 7 on Apocalypse (2011).

Duration: 5:30

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Lyrics for Baby's Breath

There grows a weed Looks like a flower Looks like baby's breath on a mirror My girl and I Rushed atop the altar The sacrifice was made It was not easy undertaking The roots gripped soft like a living grave Oh young girl at the wedding Baby's breath in her hair A crowning lace above her face That'll last a day Before it turns to hay Good plans are made by hand I'd cut a clearing in the land For a little bed For her to cry comfortable in And each day I looked out on the lawn And I wondered what all was gone Until I saw it was lucky old me How could I run without losing anything? How could I run without becoming lean? It was agreed It was agreed It was me tearing out the baby's breath Oh, I am a helpless man So help me I'm on my knees Gardening It was not a weed It was a flower My baby's gone Oh, where has my baby gone? She was not a weed She was a flower And now I know you must reap what you sow Or sing Yes now I know you must reap what you sow Or sing

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