Mamma said: lift your head from the sieve of your hands
Mamma said: 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 do this to love?
And the white shouldered mountains, they pointed above

Lord, you just dropped me here by the side of this road
Out here's too cold and I don't wanna walk it alone
I got a bottle of your blood inside me
And an old beggar's prayer on the tip of my tongue

Mamma said: lift your head from the sieve of your hands
Mamma said: eventually this hurting will end