In a manner of speaking I just want to say That I could never forget the way You told me everything By saying nothing In a manner of speaking I
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child A long way from home A
When she's on her best behaviour Don't be tempted by her favours Never turn your back on mother earth Towns are hurled from A to B By hands that
You turned me away Away from your actions Forced by the violence That always surrounds you I want your special smile A smile in this crowd I want
So tired so soon What happened to you What happened to you You got lost Somewhere between There and here Somewhere between So far so near You
Charms in limited supply And refusing to stretch That indefinable nothing Somehow keeps pushing you Finding the right words Can be a problem How many
