Those tear ducts broke A flood came out There was no soul in whom I could confide The thoughts I held In your nightmares dwelled And they crushed me like the incoming tide That unnameable pain That incurable longing for something But there is nothing Mother did crawl To the garden wall And a thorn tore a hole in her side Slowly she bled Then the green grass stained red And I crawled down her throat for to hide That unnameable pain That incurable longing for something But there is nothing