Finding a way to navigate
Carving a way into every space
Sometimes all I want to say is Mother when I let you through You take me to the arms of Santa Maria
You took a ride in a wounded sky You took a ride and you bless my soul
She turns at the slightest sound Flying in on a wing and a prayer Fighting battles everywhere
Who made it my mission to keep you here? Who says I have to hold you near?
Sometimes all I want to say is Mother when I let you through You take me to the arms of Santa Maria
You took a ride in a wounded sky You took a ride and you bless my soul
You took a ride in a wounded sky You took a ride and you bless my soul More from Charlotte Hatherley