Sister

(альбом: From The Top Of Willamette Mountain - 2012)

So long, be careful on your way back home
I found your suicide poem in your right coat pocket

There was a fire in the Hollywood hills
Ten children were killed
You had better be cautious

I'll pray for you sister
Where your heart will reside
I wait for you sister
Holding my breath makes me tired

Farewell take comfort in the fact you're young
You got ten years to grow up
Don't become like your father

I'm sure you know by now
The rain falls most along the California coast
Each time this season

I hate for your anger
To turn into something like mine
Stay close to water
The air helps the motion inside
Inside

Well dear God, bless your soul
Poor child might never know just why
Well dear God, bless your soul
Poor child might never know just why
Oh just why

I'll pray for you sister
Wherever your heart will reside
I will wait or you sister
Holding my breath makes me tired
Makes me tired