Children’s Work

[Verse 1]
My father was a paper plane
My mother was a windswept tree
My little brother's nearly twice my age
He taught me how to meditate
I taught him how to read
I grew up with a book in my bed
I got these dark circles before I turned ten
Heard my mother with her friends
Worry it was something she did
To get such a serious kid

[Chorus]
But I've learned how to paint my face
How to earn my keep
How to clean my kill
Some nights I still can't sleep
The past rolls back
I can see us still
You've learned how to hold your own
How to stack your stones
But the history's thick
Children aren't as simple
As we'd like to think

[Verse 2]
Before you came along I was a lone cub
Fell in love with language, tried to tell the grown-ups
About the storm clouds, the weather in my head
Hadn't heard the word for melancholy yet
Then you came in, five years behind
We thought you couldn't talk, turns out you were just shy
Mom said it was serious, Dad said you'd be fine
I thought you were the prophet of 1989
You were so tender, we thought something was wrong with you
So patient, we thought that you were deaf
You were so solemn, so tiny but so ancient
Ma took you to see doctors, you scared her half to death
And I made you a library
Of tiny books with spines two inches high
You didn't say too much
But your smile taught me how to quiet down my mind

[Chorus]
But I've learned how to paint my face
How to earn my keep
How to clean my kill
Some nights I still can't sleep
The past rolls back
I can see us still
You've learned how to hold your own
How to stack your stones
But the history's thick
Children aren't as simple
As we'd like to think

[Verse 3]
You slept in my bed, and if I kept quiet
I could hear all the voices in your head
When the wagon tipped, I prayed over your body
I asked God to take the damage out on me
Ten years later he finally gets the memo
He sent it to accounting and knocked out my front teeth
But you came to, and took my hand
And held my eyes and
Me and you, had a long walk home
So we decided not to cry
Now we've got a grown-up love
And I know that's how it's supposed to be
Same old story, mom gets Easters
Lets dad have Christmas Eve
But I won't pretend I don't remember
How unusual we were
The little mystic and his handler
All some children do is work

[Outro]
I've learned how to paint my face
How to earn my keep
How to clean my kill
Some nights I still can't sleep
The past rolls back
I can see us still