Mama said lift your heard from the sieve of your hands Mama say eventually this hurting will end But the shock-waves on my bones will linger Like the ghost of you here in my bed
When I was lost you thought me a beautiful find Sometimes I think of you sleeping So sleep for a while I find myself asking who´d do this to love And the white shouldered mountains They pointed above
Lord you just dropped me here by this side of this road Out here´s too cold and I don´t want to walk it alone I´ve got a bottle of your blood inside me And an old beggar´s prayer on the tip of my tongue
Mama said lift your heard from the sieve of your hands