Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head. And as I climb into an empty bed. Oh well. Enough said.. I know it's over - still I cling. I don't know where else I can go.
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head. And as I climb into an empty bed, oh well, enough said. I know it's over still I cling, I don't know where else I can go, over and over.