Another track that I decided to give the vintage vinyl treatment to. I can't help it! There's something about a warped, scratchy record...
There
is where she sits
it's where she always sits
This
is what she said
it's what she always says
Mother I'm human
Mother I'm human
Mother you know me after all
Why
why do you smile
when the world is spinning out of control
Mother I'm human
Mother I'm human
Mother you know me after all
The wind is blowing, again
You are so softly thinking..
you fire up your own joint
There
is where she sits
it's where she always sits
