Songs My Mother Taught Me

What a weight it was off you
And your silence saw me though
If you come up here you’ll see
What a mess we’ve made of this
Before you start turning again
Before you start turning away
Before, you had something to say
I believe I heard it once
In violence and tortured sons
We hold it out into debate
And realise we’ve come to late
All I can hear is the songs my mother taught me
You’re the friend I needed most
You’re the friend I needed close
But we let it slip again
And it’s all broken now you said
Before you start turning again
Before you start turning away
Before you have something to say
I believe I heard it once
In violence and tortured sons
We hold it out into debate
And realise we’ve come to late
All I can hear is the songs my mother taught
All I can hear is the songs my mother taught
All I can hear is the songs my mother taught me