Why do I stand here in the cold burning my mouth
my singed tongue meets my longing for a mothers milk I never knew
Oh lovely mother
you also fell from lofty heights
a nocturnal owl witnessing the deformed and bludgeoned reality of the emergency room
forgot me
to tell me of your love
which is certainly there beneath your worn face
driving you mad
that is why I smoke
my singed tongue meets my longing for a mothers milk I never knew
Oh lovely mother
you also fell from lofty heights
a nocturnal owl witnessing the deformed and bludgeoned reality of the emergency room
forgot me
to tell me of your love
which is certainly there beneath your worn face
driving you mad
that is why I smoke
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