Her world's crumbling, my help she needs. It seems my arms are as my words weak. I'm the fallen hero, who was as blind as optimistic that she's fine. There is my mother, in the dark room. Lay in my lap for a little while. This is a season, only a mood. It will be over soon. Her tears are pouring, a summer time flood, in which I'm drowning. The season has come. One we expected but dreaded all the same. Now I can't help myself I blame. There is my mother, in the dark room. Lay in my lap for a little while. This is a season, only a mood. It will be over soon. I steal some air, pull myself together. There's so many things that I want to tell her. I grab her shoulders wanting to shake. I beg you my word you can take. There is my mother, in the dark room. Lay in my lap for a little while. This is a season, only a mood. It will be over soon. And I'll turn your light on and I'll turn your light on. I rock forward, backward again. Beautiful sleeper, rest through the pain. Early tomorrow you'll wake with the sun. I'll hold you till the hurt is done.