Mama, cold hearted child, tell me how you feel. Just a blade in the grass, spoke unto the wheel. Mama, cold hearted child, tell me where it all goes. The luster of your bones, those arms that held you strong.
Ooooooooooooooohhhhh. Ooooooooooooohhhhh. Oooooooooooooohhhh. . Oooooooooooooohhhhh. Oooooooooooooohhhh. Ooooooooooooooohhhh. . Fallin' from high places..