Think about my mothers grave
And the book on how to change
Wasn’t written in one day
If i had to rearrange
The messages they take their shape
Like photographs taken from
The book on how to change
You are an anchor, holding
Holding me under
I don’t have that memory
Waking from the deepest sleep
The difference between life and dream
I thought i heard your voice
It was just the tv screen
On the brightest clear blue day
A boomerang, an aeroplane
Suddenly wanting to negotiate
You are an anchor, holding
Holding me under
I don’t have that memory
No i don’t have that memory
No i don’t have that
Can’t survive on milk alone
Or carving mirrors out of stone
I thought i heard your voice
It was just the telephone
When i want to feel misplaced
Think about my mother’s face
And the book on how to change
Never taught me anything
When i want to misbehave Think about my mothers grave And the book on how to change Wasn’t written in one day If i had to rearrange The messages they take their shape Like photographs taken from The book on how to change You are an anchor, holding Holding me under I don’t have that memory Waking from the deepest sleep The difference between life and dream I thought i heard your voice It was just the tv screen On the brightest clear blue day A boomerang, an aeroplane Suddenly wanting to negotiate You are an anchor, holding Holding me under I don’t have that memory No i don’t have that memory No i don’t have that Can’t survive on milk alone Or carving mirrors out of stone I thought i heard your voice It was just the telephone When i want to feel misplaced Think about my mother’s face And the book on how to change Never taught me anything Explain Request ×
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