كلمات Letter to Mother

The noise in this joint is unearthly And soon I awkwardly say, 'Oh look, there it is, my whole life in the ashtray I can go back to her that way.' Cause in blue darkness of the night She keeps imagining one thing: Someone stuck his Finnish knife Under my heart I know that even though she doesn't show it She grieves sorely for her son And often walks out to the road In her old fashioned coat And in blue darkness of the night She keeps imagining one thing: Someone stuck his Finnish knife Under my heart Under my heart In blue darkness of the night She keeps imagining one thing: Someone stuck his finnish knife Under my heart I know she's there grieving sorely for me I know she's there turning grey for me When I come back she'll forgive me So motherly, motherly, motherly