The way she's talk when she calls out for us
The way my mother let her hair falling in her eyes
The way she talk just like a girl sometimes
Arose in her paper way (????), she'd stop turning time
And like the weather she would change her mind

Sometimes she'd mutter in the sleep
And I'm brighten by the kindness
I won't look the other way
I look the other way
I'm blinded by her kindnеss
I won't look the other way
I look the othеr way