Sun Kil Moon - I Can't Live Without My Mother's Love lyrics
[Sun Kil Moon - I Can't Live Without My Mother's Love lyrics]
I can live with the sky
Falling out from above
I can live with your scorn, your sourness
Your smug i can live growing old alone
If push comes to shove
But, I can't live without my mother's love
I can live flying around
At an impossible pace
I can live with the bad etiquette
That's fallen on this place
I can live with anything you got
To throw in my face
But, I can't live without my mother's embrace
My mother is seventy-five
She's the closest friend that I
Have in my life
Take her from me, I'll break down and bawl
And wither away like old leaves in the fall
You can be cruel all you want
Talk bad on my brothers
Shoot me full of holes and
I won't be bothered
Judge me for my ways and my slew of ex-lovers
But don't ever dare say a
Bad word about my mother when she's gone
I'll miss our slow easy walks
Playing Scrabble to the chimes
Of the grandfather clock
I'll even miss the times that we fought
But mostly
I'll miss being able to call her and talk
I can live without watching
The classical fights
I can live without a lover beside me at night
I can live without what you
Might call a charmed life
But, I can't live without my
Mother providing her light
My mother is seventy-five
One day, she won't be here to hear me cry
When the day comes for her to let go
I'll die off like a lemon tree in the snow
When the day comes for her to leave
I won't have the courage to
Sort through her things
With my sisters and all our memories
I cannot bear all the pain it will bring
Falling out from above
I can live with your scorn, your sourness
Your smug i can live growing old alone
If push comes to shove
But, I can't live without my mother's love
I can live flying around
At an impossible pace
I can live with the bad etiquette
That's fallen on this place
I can live with anything you got
To throw in my face
But, I can't live without my mother's embrace
My mother is seventy-five
She's the closest friend that I
Have in my life
Take her from me, I'll break down and bawl
And wither away like old leaves in the fall
You can be cruel all you want
Talk bad on my brothers
Shoot me full of holes and
I won't be bothered
Judge me for my ways and my slew of ex-lovers
But don't ever dare say a
Bad word about my mother when she's gone
I'll miss our slow easy walks
Playing Scrabble to the chimes
Of the grandfather clock
I'll even miss the times that we fought
But mostly
I'll miss being able to call her and talk
I can live without watching
The classical fights
I can live without a lover beside me at night
I can live without what you
Might call a charmed life
But, I can't live without my
Mother providing her light
My mother is seventy-five
One day, she won't be here to hear me cry
When the day comes for her to let go
I'll die off like a lemon tree in the snow
When the day comes for her to leave
I won't have the courage to
Sort through her things
With my sisters and all our memories
I cannot bear all the pain it will bring