Testo Mother's Day - Sloan

Mother's Day

He’s already lost his favourite guitars
Hopelessly fading into too many bars
It’s a kind disintegrating feeling
That carries the weight of his world
Some of the time a situation arises
Where somebody asks him to shed his disguises
All of his time is a sharp decline
Everybody around him stands outside the line until Mother’s Day
Like any other day he lives the danger sign
And God’s his
And sips his vintage wine
On Mother’s Day
Sleeping in pastures
His life’s a disaster
He’s rolling on empty and just couldn’t go faster
Time for laughs
No stark contrast could ever carry the weight of his world
Single inside his fragile mind
He’s love with his family but he’d rather have mine
Until Mother’s Day
Like any other day he lives the danger signs
And God’s his
And sips his vintage wine
On Mother’s Day