What seed will grow and last
Penetrate the piles of trash
Ooh child, when everything you know...
Is images of broken dreams
Scattered hearts and vicious schemes
Ooh child, don't you go...
Where dead trees cast no shadow
Blackbirds no relief, the dry stone... no spring of water
Only in your mother's arms, you will be free
Only in your mother's arms, you will be... unbreakable
If i could show you something else than the shadow, who follows you in the morning
And who grows to meet you up at night
Intoxicated you come alive
In search for god, he passes you by
Ooh child, ain't that fate...
As dead trees cast no shadow
Blackbirds no relief, and the dry stone... no spring of water
Only in your mother's arms, you will be free
Only when your high enough, you will be... unbreakable
Unbreakable... unbreakable