Liz Longley - Unraveling lyrics

Boxes and baskets of all her old things
Porcelain dolls, portrait paintings
She swore they'd be worth something

They're just gathering dust in
My attic somewhere
And she's lost in a room where
She sit's and she stares
Her mind as blank as the walls
Her memory as vacant as the halls

And I'm the only daughter of her oldest son
I knew her well before her spirit was gone
And her life is a thread woven
Into every part of me
And she is unraveling, she is unraveling

She looks in my eyes and asks me my name
And every five minutes I tell her the same
She smiles, but it's cold and dead
And I'm screaming out loud in my head

'Cause, I'm the only daughter
Of her oldest son
I knew her well before her spirit was gone
And her life is a thread woven
Into every part of me
And she is unraveling, she is unraveling

I tried to pull her back
Stories and photographs of her
Children who love her sisters and brothers
She can't remember but how
Could a heart forget?

I'm the only daughter of her oldest son
I knew her well before her spirit was gone
And her life is a thread woven
Into every part of me
And she is unraveling, she is unraveling

I've been tearing through boxes on
Nights I can't sleep
Searching for memories of who she used to be