Mother - Christian Death

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

«My husband’s been dead for five years, though largely unobserved»

The demons, the clowns are gone

.And so is my Mother

Mother, could I come back to you?

Mother, could I come back through you?

Mother, could I come back to you?

O, Mother, could I crawl into you?

Back into you

O, Mother

O, Mother could I come back to you?

Mother?