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