What a weight it was off you   And you're silence saw me though   If you come up here you'll see   What a mess we've made of this      Before you start turning again   Before you start going again   Before you have something to say   I believe I heard it once   In violence and tortured songs   We hold it out into the bare   And realise we've come to late   All I can hear is the songs my mother taught me      You're the friend I need the most   You're the friend I need that close   But we let it slip again   And it's all broken now you said   Before you start turning again   Before you start turning away   Before you have something to say   I believe I heard it once   In violence and tortured songs   We hold it out into the bare   And realise we've come to late   All I can hear is the songs my mother taught   All I can hear is the songs my mother taught   All I can hear is the songs my mother taught me