Letra de Mama

Well, I promise
there´s no truth
in that lovely, wooden home
you spent your youth.
I promise
that I won´t leave
before you dress my arms
back up in sleeves,
Mama, oh Mama.
Where´s the trust in running?
Baby cool your head, I´m coming.

I´ve hunted
down my past,
held it close to the earth.
I made it last.
But now
solace still keeps my head,
just knowing all that´s said, and done
is simply dead,
Father, oh Father.
My thoughts they all come drumming.
Telling me to just keep humming,
Mama, oh Mama.
Where´s the trust in running?
Baby cool your head, I´m coming