I called my mother again, a wire
Stretching across highways and over
A river, and up the side of the house
That I grew up in, then into a receiver
Cradling my mother’s cheek, cradling,
I was cradling my mother’s cheek.
I called my mother again, a wire
Stretching across highways and over
A river, and up the side of the house
That I grew up in, then into a receiver
Cradling my mother’s cheek, cradling,
I was cradling my mother’s cheek.