Mother May I - Coheed and Cambria

Did you ever really think that you’d

Expose the truth that pains the page?

And in their asking, did you see their lie

The motive, true and earnest side?

Four in the morning, should they wake up?

Or see them precious in their sleep

Every step should break the same

With every move and every need

So run, little children, play

I’ll leave the light off to turn your mother on

So run, little children, play

I’ll leave the light off to turn your mother on

Could you ever really wish of them

One of your games and counts of truth?

With every moment, you’ll trace the doubt

And of the premise, what about?

Will they ever really see an end, or

Does it matter now, from then?

What of their love for once pronounced?

And of this love, a loss without?

So run, little children, play

I’ll leave the light off to turn your mother on

So run, little children, play

I’ll leave the light off to turn your mother on

I should have known…

God only knows when your word isn’t pure

And the blood on your hands isn’t yours

I won’t believe any word that you tell

And I won’t drink the blood if it spills

So give them the story they want you to

Give them the story they want

A kiss to you, girl

Before you fall down and leave me

So give them the story they want you to

Give them the story they want

A kiss to you, girl

Before you fall down and leave me

So give them the story they want you to

Before you leave me

So give them the story they want you to

Before you leave me

Give them the story they want you to

Before you leave me

So give them the story they want you to

Before you leave

God only knows when your word isn’t pure

And the blood on your hands isn’t yours

I won’t believe any word that you tell

And I won’t drink the blood if it spills

God only knows when your word isn’t pure

And the blood on your hands isn’t yours

I won’t believe any word that you tell

And I won’t drink the blood if it spills