Mother

Good-bye dreamer, insane stranger on the shore

There is no one left here, not a soul

Aid the confusion, expecting nothing

Not a soul

O, Mother, could I come back to you?

A terrible vision of order out of control

In accordance with human history

Here in the company of death

We approach - new graves, divided for love's sake

Refined in rapture - ready to fly or to die

Mother could I come back to you?

I'm lifted up into the presence of divine forces

Mother

Open-mouthed in magnificence and beauty

Mother

Or shall we sufer the same fate as all the others

Stuck on a plane which does not suit them

Lost in thought, forgetful of primitive desire

Good-bye dreamer, not a soul

Mother, could I come back to you?

Mother, could I come back through you?

Mother, could I come back to you?

The animals - I know how you make out

Welling with authority, vilely enthusiastic, enduring bitterness