My father was a troubled man
His was a burden he wore upon his face
Trust was not something his love inspired
He found a packet with a needle hole
And when I grew I wondered why
A needle hole above my eye
He said I was an accident
She said a happy accident
But boy did I learn to lie
This needle hold above my eye
My mother's truth is what he meant
He said I was an accident
Now I don't know what to do with myself
I should probably just give up and go try something else
Portland singer/songwriter delivers a gorgeous Christmas EP, fashioned in the lush style of classics by Bing Crosby and Johnny Mathis. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2020