To the fickle let it drop, we have the power to sustain
Like the motor needs the food to bring real power to our brain
Now we bought it back, so let me make it plain
Since our mother's gone, it always seems to rain
And the booze and the friends and the party never ends
No excuse for behavior that no one can defend
We reflect in the quiet, times inside our heads
And get thanks for our children tucked up sweetly in their beds
Inside their heads

Trickling water dripping down
Slow like some rivers, without a sound
Passed many times since you were at my side
I'm still here, but I keep you deep inside

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With my hands across the water, with my two feet in the sea
My fear is for my daughters But will God wash over me?
Take our lambs off to the slaughter, take their lives so perfectly
Like your bricks are filled with mortar, cast your wisdom to the brede

Cracks and falt lines, New York City talks to me
Slow like some re-runs on our mother's T.V
New York City
She speaks to me in tongues
Keeps me to her breast, pumps air into my lungs
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