Mama said: "Lift your head from the sieve of your hands" Mama say:" Eventually this hurting will end" But the shockwaves on my bones will linger Like the ghost of you here in my bed
When I was lost you thought me a beautiful find Sometimes I think of you sleeping, so sleep for a while I find myself asking "Who'd do this to love" And the white shouldered mountains they pointed above
Lord, you just dropped me here by the side of this road Out here's too cold and I don't want to walk it alone I've got a bottle of your blood inside me And an old beggar's prayer on the tip of my tongue
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