Slip Through My Hands

Mother, mother

I can't take another

Moment here the way that it is

Heartache, heartache

It's a fear I can't shake

It heals, and then it's broken again

The things I love seem to slip through my hands

Like a big red balloon or grain of sand

I see the future through the eyes of the past

Still I somehow want to make this last

They say the darkest hour

Is just before a flower

Opens ti the light of the sun

You're mt reason

My softly changing season

Tell me I'm the only one

All my life, I've been fooling myself

Trying to make the wrong things right

Like a bird against the cold hard wind

Trying to find the end of the night