One, two, three, four, one, two.
Mama, she has taught me well.
Told me when I was young,
"Son, your life's an open book.
Don't close it 'fore it's done."
The brightest flame burns quickest.
That's what I heard her say.
A son's heart's owed to mother,
but I must find my way.
Let my heart go.
Let your son grow.
Mama, let my heart go, or let this heart be still, yeah, still.
"Rebel", my new last name, wild blood in my veins.
Apron strings around my neck, the mark that still remains.
Left home at an early age of what I heard was wrong.
I never asked forgiveness but what is said is done.
Let my heart go.
Let your son grow.
Mama, let my heart go, or let this heart be still.
Never I ask of you but never I gave.
But you gave me your emptiness I
now take to my grave.
Never I ask of you but never I gave.
But you gave me your emptiness I
now take to my grave.
So let this heart be still.
Mama, now I'm coming home,
I'm not all you wished of me.
A mother's love for her son, unspoken,
help me be.
Yeah, I took your love for granted,
and all the things you said to me, yeah.
I need your arms to welcome me,
but a cold stone's all I see.
Let my heart go.
Let your son grow.
Mama, let my heart go
or let this heart be still.
Let my heart go.
Mama, let my heart go.
Ya never let my heart go.
So, let this heart be still, whoa.
Never I ask of you but never I gave.
But you gave me your emptiness I
now take to my grave.
Never I ask of you but never I gave.
But you gave me your emptiness I
now take to my grave.
So let this heart be still. |
