You should love your mother
Like she was born to you
Carved from ice in summer
In wax beneath a flame

We each of us the emblem
We carry on our face
Bleeding out in poems
On some or other page

I still can't handle lovers they're just strange

Still she kisses like the Sun
Kisses the earth after a storm
Give me love in all its glory
Give me love in all of its form
You should love your mother
Like she was your first born
One day you'll understand

I recognised your silhouette in shades beneath the Moon
You are the vagabond steering with your boot upon the bar

I still can't handle lovers
They take everything to heart

Still she kisses like the Sun
Kisses the earth after a storm
Give me love in all its glory
Give me love in all of its form
You should love your mother
Like she was your first born
One day you'll understand