i love how,, cradled this rendition is. she sings it so gently, as if its no longer her crying out of despair from the events of this song, especially in the latter half of the song. instead, she nurtures her pain and lets it go. "aren't you tired of me?" ethel asks her father if what he had done was worth the irreparable, unspeakable damage caused to her, and their relationship. but not in an angry way but in an almost lax, aloof way. the sin will always be there, it's already hurt her undefinably -- does it not hurt him also? it's almost closure, and it's so pretty
