Mother's Son

There was something in your eye Or the taps were on You miss your mother, she misses her son Whenever she is, it's better than this The cancer photos spin around the TV set We should take them down And replace them with when she wasn't sick I beg for forgiveness for my sins If there's more than one god then no-one wins Or we all do: man I have the suspеnse I'll meet you where thе garden's green Hyacinth grow, the kitchen clean They're all waiting Better make an entrance fit for a queen It was hard enough to find a place For the little joke gifts on christmas day Now they're stored away under the bed In a sentimental grave But how could I throw away Anything you thought would make my day? You were always right I smiled like a child who had two birthday cakes You thought you blew it with the bike It was perfectly nice but I can't ride Your hair grew curly on the sides Which we all said we liked Your husband spoke, I'll never forget "you can't go now, your job's not done yet" He surprised at times when he poeticised You're not done loving You're not done loving You're not done loving You're not done loving You're not done loving You're not done loving You're not done loving You're not done loving So grab Maria and hold her like a god They only come around like this once If she's half of what you thought she was Then treat her right because fuck divorce You grow up and your mind divides Your father's ears, your mother's eyes I can't tell you how much I love you Without revealing my soppy side That comes out when the world's serene You know the kind of time I mean Lying by the Eisbach wave Watch the surf and drift away Into the type of sleep in which Dreams go by without a hitch I'm not done loving I'm not done loving I'm not done loving I'm not done loving this