Letter to Mother

The noise in this joint is unearthly

And soon I awkwardly say,

'Oh look, there it is, my whole life in the ashtray

I can go back to her that way.'

Cause in blue darkness of the night

She keeps imagining one thing:

Someone stuck his Finnish knife

Under my heart

I know that even though she doesn't show it

She grieves sorely for her son

And often walks out to the road

In her old fashioned coat

And in blue darkness of the night

She keeps imagining one thing:

Someone stuck his Finnish knife

Under my heart

Under my heart

In blue darkness of the night

She keeps imagining one thing:

Someone stuck his finnish knife

Under my heart

I know she's there grieving sorely for me

I know she's there turning grey for me

When I come back she'll forgive me

So motherly, motherly, motherly