Mother May I

Did you ever really think that you'd Expose the truth that pains the page? And in their asking, did you see their lie The motive true and earnest side Four in the morning, should they wake up? Or see them precious in this sleep? Every step should break the same With every move and every need So run little children, play I'll leave the light off to turn your mother on So run little children, play I'll leave the light off to turn your mother on Could you ever really wish of them? One of your games and counts of truth With every moment you'll trace the doubt And of the premise what about? Will they ever really see an end Or does it matter now from then? What of their love for once pronounced And of this love a loss without I should have known God only knows when your word isn't pure And the blood on your hands isn't yours I won't believe any word that you tell And I won't drink the blood if it spills So give them the story they want... You too So give them the story they want... A kiss to you girl before you fall down and leave me So give them the story they want... You too, before you leave me