Baby I’m laying inside
On my mother's bed
I see you found me here inside
On my mother's bed
You found me laying here
‘Cause there’s nowhere of my own
to go instead
A young mind is blind
And it is clumsy
And my mind was bound
With clouds as if with wine
And I stumble out of my mother’s house
I somehow left my thoughts behind
When I was a child
I never envisioned the future
With riches and goals to bear
I never seem to clear the hazy vision
Of the deep dark inside of my head
And a young mind is blind,
and it is clumsy
And my mind was bound
With clouds as if with wine
When I stumble out of my mother’s house
I somehow left my thoughts behind
And baby, I’m laying again,
on my mother's bed
Trying to relieve my weary body
And my mind is balking at the child’s voice
In which it seems to be talking
In which it always seems to be talking
credits
from Storms,
released April 30, 2015
Composed by Kathryn Steih and Seth Weddle
Written by Kathryn Steih.
Music by Seth Weddle (guitar, bass, piano), Rebekah Riott (cello), Doug Wozniak (drums), Kathryn Steih (vocals), Marko Milosevic (guitar).
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