Like Being Born
DAVID BECK HANSEN, MARIANNE FAITHFULL
My father promised me roses
My mother promised me thorns
My father taught me to use my mind
My mother taught me scorn
He touches me lightly with his hand
It feels like being born [Repeat: x3]
My father promised me green trees
My mother promised me stars
I hardly seen the love I have
It all goes by so fast
He kisses me gently with his lips
It's near what once was far [Repeat: x3]
My father promised me roses
My mother promised me thorns
My father taught me to use my mind
My mother taught me scorn
He touches me lightly with his hand
It feels like being born [Repeat: x3]
