Slip Through My Hands (The Parlor Mob)

Mother, mother I can't take another Moment here the way that it is Heartache, heartache It's a fear I can't shake It heals, and then it's broken again The things I love seem to slip through my hands Like a big red balloon or grain of sand I see the future through the eyes of the past Still I somehow want to make this last They say the darkest hour Is just before a flower Opens ti the light of the sun You're mt reason My softly changing season Tell me I'm the only one All my life, I've been fooling myself Trying to make the wrong things right Like a bird against the cold hard wind Trying to find the end of the night