Antique Lands (Reprise)
Mother, forget me
As you would a kiss
My lungs still fresh from swimming
Breathe with such bliss
I swam from the ocean
And into your arms
As an entire nation
Fell into your palms
Mother, forget me
As you should my past
Sliding with such ease
My tiny feet, at last
Ready, steady, walking
You said, "Baby, please
Remember this," forgetting
Some children arrive deceased
Mother, forget me
As you could my curse
A curse I could not flee
No matter how much we rehearsed
My every word, your joy
Every move momentous
You pulled me under: a ploy
"This blanket will save us."
Mother, forget me
As I would my fears
After I had bruised my knees
Brushing away my tears
"Like a diamond in the sky,"
You sang, out of tune
Like a diamond disguised
We bid farewell our fortune
Mother, forget me
As they would our history
Millions dead, but free
My freedom, a mystery
Another story, another lie
Another home denied
My story erases time
But mother, you tried
Mother, forget me
As they would our history
Millions dead, but free
My freedom, a mystery
Another story, another lie
Another home denied
My story erases time
But mother, you tried
Mother, forget me
As anyone else would
Forgetful, this country
Remembering falsehoods
A nation stuck in time
The morning always came
A kiss on my head, sublime
And nothing was the same
Mother, forget me
As father would in time
He did it so easily
I didn't really mind
Your prayers fell flat
Your wishes were futile
Your dead boy sat
So pretty and servile
Mother, forget me
As you did your frantic hands
They took away your baby
Sinking 'neath the sands
Forgive me, Mother
I have fallen as a man
Forget me, sisters and brothers
I am off to antique
Forgive me, Mother
And forget, if you can
Goodbye, Mother (Goodbye, Father)
Good night, and thanks
My heart is sinkin' ('neath the sands)
Sailing into antique lands (away from frantic hands)
Forget me, mother (and brothers and sisters)
I am off to antique lands
I am off to antique lands
'Neath the sands
Away from frantic hands
Into antique lands
As you would a kiss
My lungs still fresh from swimming
Breathe with such bliss
I swam from the ocean
And into your arms
As an entire nation
Fell into your palms
Mother, forget me
As you should my past
Sliding with such ease
My tiny feet, at last
Ready, steady, walking
You said, "Baby, please
Remember this," forgetting
Some children arrive deceased
Mother, forget me
As you could my curse
A curse I could not flee
No matter how much we rehearsed
My every word, your joy
Every move momentous
You pulled me under: a ploy
"This blanket will save us."
Mother, forget me
As I would my fears
After I had bruised my knees
Brushing away my tears
"Like a diamond in the sky,"
You sang, out of tune
Like a diamond disguised
We bid farewell our fortune
Mother, forget me
As they would our history
Millions dead, but free
My freedom, a mystery
Another story, another lie
Another home denied
My story erases time
But mother, you tried
Mother, forget me
As they would our history
Millions dead, but free
My freedom, a mystery
Another story, another lie
Another home denied
My story erases time
But mother, you tried
Mother, forget me
As anyone else would
Forgetful, this country
Remembering falsehoods
A nation stuck in time
The morning always came
A kiss on my head, sublime
And nothing was the same
Mother, forget me
As father would in time
He did it so easily
I didn't really mind
Your prayers fell flat
Your wishes were futile
Your dead boy sat
So pretty and servile
Mother, forget me
As you did your frantic hands
They took away your baby
Sinking 'neath the sands
Forgive me, Mother
I have fallen as a man
Forget me, sisters and brothers
I am off to antique
Forgive me, Mother
And forget, if you can
Goodbye, Mother (Goodbye, Father)
Good night, and thanks
My heart is sinkin' ('neath the sands)
Sailing into antique lands (away from frantic hands)
Forget me, mother (and brothers and sisters)
I am off to antique lands
I am off to antique lands
'Neath the sands
Away from frantic hands
Into antique lands
Credits
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