Mother Song - Westerman

Jacy has up and gone

I drink an empty glass farwell

More or less

More is less for you

Calm that fever in the pleasuredome

I try a mother fall to tell

And I can hear them even bless

I wanna bathe you in the morning light

I wanna I wanna bathe you in the morning light

Wanna bathe you in the morning light

I wanna I wanna bathe you in the morning light

Jacy don’t forget to write me darling

Your dreams were painted on your bedclothes

And I crumble by your rest

Cause my life was all I put in your eyes

My dreams were tied to yours instead

So as you stumble through the darkness

I wanna bathe you in the morning light

I wanna, I wanna bathe in the morning light

Wanna bathe you in the morning light

I wanna I wanna bathe you in the morning light

Wanna bathe you in the morning light

I wanna I wanna bathe you in the morning light

Wanna bathe you in the morning light

I wanna, I wanna bathe you in the morning light

So the mother sings songs of ember

And I hear the soft surrender of this mother’s song