Patrick Keith - Mother Lyrics

Clementine, church wine
Fog rolling in, diffused sage scents
Rusted water lines, hills charred by design
Pining for revenge, screaming at the fence
Crying feeling like there's no defense
Oh mother take me home
Oh mother take me home, oh
Dusty vinyl black, paint under the track
No life for miles, time will heal it soon
Copper bronze ringing bells
Fused rope, holding cells
Forest into pavement, hasn't changed in ages
Breaking splitting up from the old phases
Oh mother take me home
Oh mother take me home, oh
All at once flash flood of thoughts
Solar flares snow in the air
It's hot as hell but only she should know
Pine grows free, of course there's me
A little boy in a little town
It's hard to be anyone else
Oh mother take me home
Oh mother take me home
Take me home (la, la la, la la)
Take me home (la, la la, la la)