Everytime I loose my voice
I swallow little glowing lights
My mother and son baked for me
My mother and son pour into me
Everytime I feel a hoarseness
I swallow warm glowing lights
My mother and son baked for me, oh
They make me feel so much better
We have a recurrent dream
Everytime we loose our voices
We dream swallow little lights
Our mother and son bake for us
They do a little trapeze walk
My mother and son pour into us
Into our wide open throats