“Faint Line” Lyrics

Mama’s trading glances back at me

The kids count four, but there’s not even four years between em'

Water’s on the mirror above our first sink

Oh baby, please tell me what’s the faint line mean

I’m not ready to be a father

I’m not ready to be a man

Don’t have a plan for this

Did we even talk this through you say that we did

Can I be a father when I’m still a kid

Put my feet up on the stacks of clothes

Watching this mystery fly with the crows

Thoughts in my head come out backwards

Honey, now you know what the faint line means

Not ready to be a mother Not ready for this life

Didn’t have a plan for this

Tears flow as I hold you close

Like a clock that never quits

Can I be a mother, when I’m still a kid?

Before I knew you

My heart was bored

Like a redwood cut up and washed ashore

Those years ago

Was the first time you asked me to hold your hand

To hold your hand

To hold your hand

Oh, to your hold your hand

To hold your hand

To hold your hand