It's alright momma, it's so good to see you. 
We've been out hiding for such a long time. 
Lonesome hillsides so brown in 
November, 
But you'll stay the same for your whole life. 
The tragic churchbells rang for free, hollowed out for you and me. 
I was drunk sunday so 
I don't remember, 
Images come flowing like a river so wide. 
I was on a rooftop when 
I first discovered, 
That you hold all your pain like a cannon inside. 
Under revolution clouds, you fight to come up and 
I fight to come down. 
Every time we find something peaceful, 
I have to go and tear it all down. 
But the weather don't lie, babe, and you can't either, 
Ever since you came to this faithless town. 
Your darkened debt [?] don't bother me, 
It blinds me like the morning sun.