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You have lived inside a home weathered from the years, and the rooms that once were full with the children you held dear. Progress came, stole your sons away. So you watch the mother birds, and with jealousy you stir. Lift your hands to water plants you adopted from the Earth. Where, oh where have your children slept these nights without your care? And seeds, oh seeds. Occupied your mind will stay at ease. All your books will line the shelves, proving every page you've read. And your pen will spread the ink, catalog the thoughts you've kept. Days run short, your garden rests assured. Mother's eyes are watching over dirt. Where, oh where have your children slept despite the cold night air? And seeds, oh seeds. Occupied your mind will stay at ease. Alone with the best, a root to look after. They empty their nest, no words could have mattered. We live, we live in separate chapters. We live, we live. Only ourselves to look after. We live, we live in separate chapters. We live, we live. Only ourselves to look after. |
