Woman in the middle of the diner, Mother in the middle of the aisle
A new bloom of flowers start to grow for you and me, on a plain outside
Admitted on the 14th 'cause of a public display of emotion
A notion of heartache and agony pushing, a bouquet of brusque
When they say you need not worry so much
"But how can't I worry my Son's only five I'm his Mother
And I won't be a part of his life, I won't be there to see him grow
Or give him advice or watch him trade me off for a wife
I won't be there when he gives life; I don't want to say goodbye"
What makes you happy, what makes you happy in your head?
Is it all the souls you gather around you? When you're sitting in the Hospice
Endlessly tired as they say, in the waiting room whispering
We'll keep you in our prayers, "we'll keep you in our prayers"
Is how the conversation ends
If flowers could kill the open arms of Death my weathered hands and I
Would grow a field of them but it's Friday afternoon
Your Son will finish school and he'll be here to visit you
But before they're about to wheel you to your routine Friday afternoon
The nurse approaches with a cloud above his head
And a paper grave in his hand, with an expiration date for you
"I'm bored of being scared to die, you'll stay forever in the moonlight
So let's be nothing, I heard it lasts forever
That one memory, you'll refuse to remember"
To end the journey was something no Child nor Human should see
An pleasant wave of gloom and sorrow partnered with years and years of misery
Who will break the silence on his Friday routine and fill his heart with what he needs?
From the day until his Death 65 maybe 70 he'll only have one thing
An address, grass, etched stone and a cemetery
He'll confide to it, yet still holding solitude so bleak
He came to this place every Friday, just after 3:00pm to Forever set in stone his Friday routine
A Sister, a Daughter but mainly a Mother
Resting In Peace
Purity - The Diner Lyrics
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Woman in the middle of the diner, Mother in the middle of the aisle
A new bloom of flowers start to grow for you and me, on a plain outside
Admitted on the 14th 'cause of a public display of emotion
A notion of heartache and agony pushing, a bouquet of brusque
When they say you need not worry so much
"But how can't I worry my Son's only five I'm his Mother
And I won't be a part of his life, I won't be there to see him grow
Or give him advice or watch him trade me off for a wife
I won't be there when he gives life; I don't want to say goodbye"
What makes you happy, what makes you happy in your head?
Is it all the souls you gather around you? When you're sitting in the Hospice
Endlessly tired as they say, in the waiting room whispering
We'll keep you in our prayers, "we'll keep you in our prayers"
Is how the conversation ends
If flowers could kill the open arms of Death my weathered hands and I
Would grow a field of them but it's Friday afternoon
Your Son will finish school and he'll be here to visit you
But before they're about to wheel you to your routine Friday afternoon
The nurse approaches with a cloud above his head
And a paper grave in his hand, with an expiration date for you
"I'm bored of being scared to die, you'll stay forever in the moonlight
So let's be nothing, I heard it lasts forever
That one memory, you'll refuse to remember"
To end the journey was something no Child nor Human should see
An pleasant wave of gloom and sorrow partnered with years and years of misery
Who will break the silence on his Friday routine and fill his heart with what he needs?
From the day until his Death 65 maybe 70 he'll only have one thing
An address, grass, etched stone and a cemetery
He'll confide to it, yet still holding solitude so bleak
He came to this place every Friday, just after 3:00pm to Forever set in stone his Friday routine
A Sister, a Daughter but mainly a Mother
Resting In Peace
A new bloom of flowers start to grow for you and me, on a plain outside
Admitted on the 14th 'cause of a public display of emotion
A notion of heartache and agony pushing, a bouquet of brusque
When they say you need not worry so much
"But how can't I worry my Son's only five I'm his Mother
And I won't be a part of his life, I won't be there to see him grow
Or give him advice or watch him trade me off for a wife
I won't be there when he gives life; I don't want to say goodbye"
What makes you happy, what makes you happy in your head?
Is it all the souls you gather around you? When you're sitting in the Hospice
Endlessly tired as they say, in the waiting room whispering
We'll keep you in our prayers, "we'll keep you in our prayers"
Is how the conversation ends
If flowers could kill the open arms of Death my weathered hands and I
Would grow a field of them but it's Friday afternoon
Your Son will finish school and he'll be here to visit you
But before they're about to wheel you to your routine Friday afternoon
The nurse approaches with a cloud above his head
And a paper grave in his hand, with an expiration date for you
"I'm bored of being scared to die, you'll stay forever in the moonlight
So let's be nothing, I heard it lasts forever
That one memory, you'll refuse to remember"
To end the journey was something no Child nor Human should see
An pleasant wave of gloom and sorrow partnered with years and years of misery
Who will break the silence on his Friday routine and fill his heart with what he needs?
From the day until his Death 65 maybe 70 he'll only have one thing
An address, grass, etched stone and a cemetery
He'll confide to it, yet still holding solitude so bleak
He came to this place every Friday, just after 3:00pm to Forever set in stone his Friday routine
A Sister, a Daughter but mainly a Mother
Resting In Peace
Writer: Eric Villa
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid