Mother Sunday

There are places that I've been to Places part of me Places that I've left And I don't remember them There are things I want to tell you Secrets that I keep Things I've got to tell you But they're better left unsaid People that I talk to Think they're wasting time Think that they are trapped But I know that's just a lie Pull your candle in closer Put your hand above the flame Smash your glass on the table Now talk about love Well, there's love I can remember Love not far away Lovers I remember But there's nothing left to say Pictures I've forgotten Pictures part of me Pictures on the wall All get put away Let's stop all of this talking Just sit and take it in Stop or I am walking And all we got is wasted