The Empty Room

Mother, mother, take me with you
Where music pulse low soul of honey
No need for money, or mops, or broom
The empty room
I once was falling down but I ain’t falling down anymore
Dad beat dead the dog
God beat dead the dad
Dead dad beat God
Dog beat God dead
I once was falling down but I ain’t falling down anymore
Make me a barter big wooden spoon
I cut myself to free my soul
Old restless soul
Old as tree limbs dead in winter
Cold as babies born in winter
Is it thorn or is it splinter
Walking on the rose in winter
Is it thorn or is it splinter
Walking on the rose in winter
I once was falling down but I ain’t falling down anymore
The angel of light had a great fear of heights
So he fell, broke the spell of light