Every song worth writing's already been written
Every tear I'm crying's already been shed
But those black and white red lips still set my fingers humming
Grasping for all the fading melodies of the dead
Time has got its teeth in my throat
(Time has got its teeth inside my seams now)
Every precious moment will be ripped away
But inside my chest I keep a gold-framed photo of my mother's mother
Her voice is in my heart calling me on
So sing me the tragic songs of your family
'Cause haven't we each got our own?
Every spring flower takes root in the graves of its fallen brothers
Grief will shade each love we ever know
Time has got its teeth in my throat
(Time has got its teeth inside my seams now)
Every precious moment will be ripped away
But inside my chest I keep a gold-framed photo of my mother's mother
Her voice is in my heart calling me on
The choir of ghosts are singing me a lullaby
Their refrain is carved into my bones
Time has got its teeth in my throat
(Time has got its teeth inside my seams now)
Every precious moment will be ripped away
But inside my chest I keep a gold-framed photo of my mother's mother
Her voice is calling me
Oh, the loss is never ending
Everything that's dear will pass away
But inside my chest I keep a gold-framed photo of my mother's mother
Her voice is in my heart
Her voice is in my heart calling
Her voice is in my heart calling me on