Emilíana Torrini - Beggar's Prayer lyrics

Mamma said
Lift your head from the sieve of your hands
Mamma said eventually this hurting will end
But the shockwaves on my bones will linger
Like the ghost of you here in my bed

When I was lost you thought
Me a beautiful find
Sometimes I think of you sleeping
So sleep for a while
I find myself asking who'd do this to love
And the white-shouldered mountains
They pointed above

Lord you just dropped me here by
The side of this road
Out here's too cold and I don't
Want to walk it alone
I've got a bottle of your blood inside me
And on old beggar's prayer on
The tip of my tongue mamma said
Lift your head from the sieve of your hands
Mamma said that eventually this
Hurting will end