Amos Milburn Follow

Got fed on tea and sympathy
Blew the sail like the wind
I wish you were my enemy

I was humble for you, what a fool I've been to
Laid so low for so long, so long

Into that void of silence
Where we cry without sound
Where tears roll down
Where tears roll down

And where your mother's violence
Sent your soul underground
Where tears roll down
Where tears roll down

Drew the blade way too slow
Was shackled by your honesty
Made a mess, I guess I should have known
That life was lust and liberty

Not a chance mutation or the last temptation
Laid so low for so long, so low

Into that void of silence
Where we cry without sound
Where tears roll down
Where tears roll down

And where your mother's violence
Sent your soul underground
Where tears roll down
Where tears roll down

Into that void of silence
Where we cry without sound
Where tears roll down
Where tears roll down

And where your mother's violence
Sent your soul underground
Where tears roll down
Where tears roll down

Got fed on tea and sympathy
Blew the sail like the wind