I bathe in light and watch the steam whispering
Perfect milky porcelain
It is not me
My pressed down soul
Henri, Henri
Through you I see
A mother's love, no room for me
I gave my sons all that I had
One flew on home, life's bitter seed
The other broke, never a man
He paints me now
My pressed down soul
Henri, Henri
Through you I see
A mother's love, no room for me
He paints the gleam of china fine
The hue of day a sharp white wine
Green lungs that breathe outside my door
My pressed down soul
