Из альбома: Feast or Famine

Hold tight, Geraldine, I need to say what I mean
Time's gone by for so long and I've seen all the wrongs that I've done
Since we have yelled and stomped our feet after you took me in your arms
Cut from you, near death you drew the breath that made me one

And I must call on your sweet soul
In the times when we walk
In shadows of sorts
I cherish the mother you are

Hold tight, Geraldine, I need to say what I mean
Oh, I owe you for the stars in the sky
And the breath that was life of my own

And I must call on your sweet soul
In the times when we walk
In shadows of sorts
I cherish the mother you are

And I must call on your sweet soul
In the times when we walk
In shadows of sorts
I cherish the mother you are
Yes, in the times when we walk
In shadows of sorts
I cherish the mother you are

Hold tight, Geraldine, I mean to say what I mean

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