The Mother We Share - CHVRCHES, Iain Cook, Martin Doherty

Never took your side, never cursed your name

I keep my lips shut tight, until you go-o-o-oh

And we’ve come as far as we’re ever gonna get

Until you realise, that you should go-o-o-oh

Come in misery, where you can seem as old as your omens

And the mother we share

Will never keep your proud head from falling

The way is long, but you can make it easy on me

And the mother we share

Will never keep our cold heart from calling

In the dying light, I’m the only one here

And I will cover you, until you go-o-o-oh

'Cause if I told the truth, I would always be free

And keep a prize with me, until you go-o-o-oh

Come in misery, where you can seem as old as your omens

And the mother we share

Will never keep your proud head from falling

The way is long, but you can make it easy on me

And the mother we share

Will never keep our cold heart from calling

Into the night, for once, we’re the only ones left

I bet you even know, where we could go-o-o-oh

And when it all fucks up, you put your head in my hands

It’s a souvenir for when you go-o-o-oh

Come in misery, where you can seem as old as your omens

And the mother we share

Will never keep your proud head from falling

The way is long, but you can make it easy on me

And the mother we share

Will never keep our cold heart from calling