Tekster: Mother Hips. Sarah Bellum.

By the time I close my eyes,
Sarah Bellum's rested.
She owes no apologies,
she must do what's best.
For all I know she has a baby at her breast.

Sarah Bellum, yes, I'm looking for you.
I won't be lonely in the meantime.
If it's really you, you will understand.

Daylight comes exposing me just kicking it with clowns.
Some would rise in Sarah's eyes but most would scan the ground.

By the time I start to rise,
her hair is washed and her hair is dried.
Slipping from her gown she stretches out her arms and sighs.
For all I know she has a husband by her side