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

uuu

Mama said lift your heard from the sieve of your hands
Mama say eventually this hurting will end