Mother

Good-bye dreamer, insane stranger on the shore There is no one left here, not a soul Aid the confusion, expecting nothing Not a soul O, Mother, could I come back to you? A terrible vision of order out of control In accordance with human history Here in the company of death We approach - new graves, divided for love's sake Refined in rapture - ready to fly or to die Mother could I come back to you? I'm lifted up into the presence of divine forces Mother Open-mouthed in magnificence and beauty Mother Or shall we sufer the same fate as all the others Stuck on a plane which does not suit them Lost in thought, forgetful of primitive desire Good-bye dreamer, not a soul Mother, could I come back to you? Mother, could I come back through you? Mother, could I come back to you? The animals - I know how you make out Welling with authority, vilely enthusiastic, enduring bitterness --- Mother - Christian Death