Nobody wants the pain
that makes you free
some people can't even dream

So, Iv'e flown with
birds in the sky
seen the dreams in god's eyes

floated through the goddess field
(she held me like a child through those
Montreal nights
so long ago
those mountain night highs)

You'd better wash me white as snow
take all those times away

let mamma go let the
intricate weave of karmic loss
go let the fantasies
and the screams

you better let yourself go
go
go

gone,
gone
gone