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