Mother 歌词

conduit of blood and stones food and shells spells and bones webs of skin precious things ways of being in them conduit to find you there sit you down , stroke your hair tell you how it is you should be feeling conduit of blood and spells candle wishes warning bells sounds she made when you were born secret lines of suffering conduit of skin and bone sit you down and draw you in showing you the double edge of keening and then you fill your house with things she likes and you line her way with reminders you pray her heel upon your floor and you try so hard to find her Mother , call down conduit of blood and rope tender signs a lifeboat shows of kindness ways of pain the grace that's in accepting conduit of everything early felt and early seen