slip through my hands lyrics – the parlor mob

mother, mother
i can’t take another
moment here the way that it is
heartache, heartache
it’s a fear i can’t shake
it heals, and then it’s broken again

the things i love seem to slip through my hands
like a big red balloon or grain of sand
i see the future through the eyes of the past
still i somehow want to make this last

they say the darkest hour
is just before a flower
opens ti the light of the sun
you’re mt reason
my softly changing season
tell me i’m the only one

[chorus]

all my life, i’ve been fooling myself
trying to make the wrong things right
like a bird against the cold hard wind
trying to find the end of the night

/ the parlor mob lyrics