Mother Lyrics - Blind Melon

The skies have darkened 

and the seas have dried. 

Your honest ways have turned to lies. 

Your hands of promise 

turned to hands of pain. 

You take for granted the life that God create 

The life that God created. 

The frost and flowers 

Mother gave to you, 

the muffled whispers bleeding true. 

And it doesn't matter how 

what 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 breath 

and every inch closer to death. 

Her hands are held out for you. 

(solo) 

You said the reasons 

we're in the cities that we all made 

was that we rage our poor Mother. 

Poor Mother. 

Poor Mother. 

Now that she's leaving 

and she's thrown off all that she gave, 

we dig the grave 

of our poor Mother! 

The grass ain't growing 

in my front yard, no. 

Poor Mother. 

Poor Mother. 

Poor Mother.