Текст песни Blind Melon - Mother
Blind Melon - Mother слова песни
The skies have darkenedand the seas have dried.Your honest ways have turned to lies.Your hands of promiseturned to hands of pain.You take for granted the life that God createThe life that God created.The frost and flowersMother gave to you,the muffled whispers bleeding true.And it doesn`t matter howwhat kind of eyes your looking through.Do you see our Mother`s dying?Here`s a picture for you.I wanna paint this picture for you!With every black choking for breathand every inch closer to death.Her hands are held out for you.(solo)You said the reasonswe`re in the cities that we all madewas that we rage our poor Mother.Poor Mother.Poor Mother.Now that she`s leavingand she`s thrown off all that she gave,we dig the graveof our poor Mother!The grass ain`t growingin my front yard, no.Poor Mother.Poor Mother. Poor Mother.