By the shattered calls of a mother's arms,
All swept-inside like the rosary,
That fell away when her girlish charms,
Cried out to take on motherhood,
She waits by the windowsill,
All wrapped in white and puzzling,
What happened to the child inside?
Who ran the streets and the days at night...
She says, "Nothing seems the same."
and, "I can't change a thing."
"My body's like a wave, breaking to the sea."
She says, "Everything seems strange."
Locked behind the years,
But life is ours to find, in the days at night.
There passes a stranger every eve,
Who walks himself on a silver-leash,
And in his head, the worlds asleep,
Or, so the wrinkles in his hands believe,
When he was young, he had a dream,
To be a star, on the movie-screen.
Now it all seems a silly lie,
As he walks alone,
And, the days on fire.
He says, "Nothing seems the same."
and, "I can't feel a thing."
"My bodies like a wave, caving in on me"
He says, "Everything seems strange."
Holding back the tears.
And he smiles just like a child, In the days at night.
Mother of song,
You'll find the right way
To cherish in dreams.
All of the small things.
Father in time,
You'll find a world
That's so perfect and calm.
All of the small things.