My mother was the moon,
My father was the night,
She spoke truth,
He knew she was right.
It was alright to k** their fears by the ocean,
k** their fear of ever being alone again.
In a cold ocean, they swim, low.
In a summer season, they sewed, their wild oats.
No matter what I did you said you wouldn't let me go.
Now they listen, to the sounds, of wild hopes.
Old lessons, they're loud, I know.
No matter what I did, you swore you'd never let me go.