Mother
I'm sinning
I'm letting all my wishes pass me by
So drunken
Confusing all false prophets with good guys
Now I'm begging and hoping that you'll save me from my mind
So close now
I'm on the edge of solace and divide

On the fault line
And I'm looking for a long time
Sick of hiding like a chameleon out of the dark night
On the bright light

On the fault line
And I'm looking for a long time
Sick of sounding a chameleon out of the dark night
On the bright light

Brother, stop sinning and listen to your mother when she cries
She's worried you're doing something stupid then you'll die
With your hands up defensive of your loves tongue-tied
Don't worry, just come back in a hurry and hold me tight

On the fault line
And I'm looking for a long time
Sick of hiding like a chameleon out of the dark night
On the bright light

On the fault line
And I'm looking for a long time
Sick of sounding a chameleon out of the dark night
On the bright light