I'd love to build your world with you
search at night with torches through
our streets my child, my little one
watch over you breathless while you run.
Three dollars short and full of faith
but where's your father?- he's not yet come
babe of ours, he's not yet come
A busy man he is you'll see,
I'll rock you, rock you in my heart
there are options still you see
for him to seek, to bleed, to beat.
The milk of dreams and playtime seems-
but where's your father?- he's not yet come
-to keep us strong til morning springs
but where's your father?- he's not yet come
babe of ours, he's not yet come
