Mother
The missing piece of my heart is you,
And everything that you do
Is so sweet. So replete
With your attitude,
The missing piece of my heart is blue,
Like the sky, or your sea view,
I always feel such a fool, teach me to live my life
Without an attitude.
Whenever I call, you're there,
How do you find the words? You're always prepared,
Each time I fall, I'm selfishly scared,
Scared of the day, that you won't be there, oh Mother.
One day, she won't be there; oh where will I be?
You're always there for me, and I wonder
Should I let you go? No one should live in anybody else's chains,
And I'll never know, just what it is to be so full, I'm no mother.
So, so, I can never understand,
Just what it is that makes you so giving and forgiving,
But maybe now it's time to just relax my mind
And become one of the living.
Whenever I call you're there,
How do you find the words, you're always prepared.
Each time I fall, I'm selfishly scared,
Scared of the day that you won't be there,
Whenever I call you're there,
One day I'll return the favour, I swear,
How can I make up this life that we've shared?
All I can say is how much I care, oh mother!
And everything that you do
Is so sweet. So replete
With your attitude,
The missing piece of my heart is blue,
Like the sky, or your sea view,
I always feel such a fool, teach me to live my life
Without an attitude.
Whenever I call, you're there,
How do you find the words? You're always prepared,
Each time I fall, I'm selfishly scared,
Scared of the day, that you won't be there, oh Mother.
One day, she won't be there; oh where will I be?
You're always there for me, and I wonder
Should I let you go? No one should live in anybody else's chains,
And I'll never know, just what it is to be so full, I'm no mother.
So, so, I can never understand,
Just what it is that makes you so giving and forgiving,
But maybe now it's time to just relax my mind
And become one of the living.
Whenever I call you're there,
How do you find the words, you're always prepared.
Each time I fall, I'm selfishly scared,
Scared of the day that you won't be there,
Whenever I call you're there,
One day I'll return the favour, I swear,
How can I make up this life that we've shared?
All I can say is how much I care, oh mother!
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Writer(s): James Mason, Elizabeth Shadbolt, Chris Proctor, Cutty Marchan, Josh Drums
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