Baby's Breath Lyrics - Apocalypse - Bill Callahan

There grows a weed, looks like a flower 

Looks like baby's breath on a mirror 

My girl and I rushed atop the altar 

The sacrifice was made 

It was not easy undertaking 

The roots gripped soft like a living grave 

Oh young girl at the wedding 

Baby's breath in her hair 

A crowning lace above her face 

That will last a day 

Before it turns to hay 

Good plans are made by hand 

I'd cut a clearing in the land 

And for a little bed 

For her to cry comfortable in 

And each day I looked out on the lawn 

And I wondered what all was gone 

Until I saw it was lucky old me 

How could I run without losing anything? 

How could I run without becoming lean? 

It was agreed, it was agreed 

It was me tearing out the baby's breath 

Oh I am a helpless man, so help me 

I'm on my knees gardening 

It was not a weed, it was a flower 

My baby's gone, oh where has my baby gone? 

And she was not a weed, she was a flower 

And now I know you must reap what you sow, or sing