Somewhere Up There

Baby

I guess I'm lost

I saw you falling apart,

I thought it was all my fault

And then we make up, and now you say

And now you say

With your voice like an angel attached to a black pair of wings

And that's the point

Because since we joined

The crowd started screaming and we couldn't hear over the noise

You spoke inside

But in my head

I kept passing the blame for excuses to help me try

Ooh

Caught in the middle of deceptions, just to get

A part in the elders and authority figures that would

Come to be elders, the truths, and the liars

They're holding us both to the flames

So now I cry

I'm only trying

To turn our head to reality

And it's so defying

It killed the pain

The time it takes

To end all of the talking and following me

I'm in pain

And I'll disallow

And I'll disallow

[Instrumental]

[Spoken]

You know when children are very little

The child-mother – nurturer

Let's call her mother

Mother bond is developed from day one

Starts real early and continues.

There are three fundamental attachments

That you can be: secure, ambivalent, or distant,

In your attachment, in other words, insecure,

In your attachment. So, um...

[Instrumental]

[Spoken]

Hi Mike, this is Mom.

Sorry I missed your call, I was out.

I'm out in the garden, gardening,

My favorite thing.

Um, anyway, thanks for the call.

I love you too, um, hope you're doing well.

Anyway, um, uh, okay.

Just hanging out there.

We're here and, everybody else is elsewhere.

Matt's coming home this week from school and, um, whatever.

Okay. Talk to you. Love you.

Thanks for calling. Bye