I was waiting for the seeds to fall
I saw your Mother there
She was fair and tall
There was something in the air that night
I walked to see your house
There I turned her down
We sat talking till the morning came
She smoked her cigarette
And I held my tongue
I picture you beside your fire
Waiting for the cats to come down
And thinking of your Mother
Hanging onto things, will only eat your heart
Hanging onto me, will only eat your heart
Hanging onto things, will only eat your heart
Hanging onto me, will only eat your heart
Hanging onto things, will only eat your heart
Hanging onto me, will only eat your heart
Hanging onto things, will only eat your heart
Hanging onto me, will only eat your heart
