[Verse]
It's all the same, not a place but a fear of anywhere it could happen
And in this dream I see you under a spotlight writhing
I say

[Refrain]
I am my mother's son
I am my mother's son
I am my mother's son
I am my mother's son
I am my mother's son

[Chorus]
If you let it go I'll wipe you down and shrink inanimate
The proposition, it's as good as gold, and I waste all of it
Read out the damages, a judgement owed, to make a point to me
Placid scrapbook in it's wood alcove I wish to open you