Son

and if you follow me son the window wrap around you carry from the ground you will never be alone you wait one turn to sunlight that's falling on a girl you're still outside the world she's reading books from empty women they're givin beauty tips from empty hips and how is the water of the rain and how is the air of the wind and how are the arms of your mother she's holding you in watch them as they try to fly their kites inside their bedrooms that were only built for drinking your thoughts they never lasted long when you were under the sky above it you can hold a thought forever and how is the water of the rain and how is the air of the wind and how are the arms of your mother she's holding you in and how is the water of the rain and how is the air of the wind and how are the arms of your mother she's holding you in