I said to the night, "O mother above
Must it be in hatred we suffer our love?
O mother above, O darkness within
I swore I would never come back here again
"Where every goodbye feels like the end
And the deepest devotion is a jealous revenge
This endless unrest, this heart full of hell
O mother I'm lost"
And she said, "You asked, and I've answered you well"
She said, "Tired of your name and sick of your breath
You wished for a woman who'd fuck you to death
You ached for a love so raw and so deep
It would burn you like anger and drown you like sleep
"Such was your prayer and such was your heart
The faith of a lover in love with the dark
And such is your fate and such is your fall
But the wisdom of heartache
Knows even the grieving is already over"
"It's already over, it's already over
Even the grieving is already done
"Mother, she's killing me slow, she's killing me long
But not very softly, and not with her song
Like seeds upon stones, like stones against seeds
Each forcing the field to yield up our needs
"And we're thrown through these years, we're tossed 'cross this age
Like long lines of fine print upon a blank page
And your night is so vast and our tears are so vain
But there are no proportions in love or in pain
"And they both run so deep, O as deep as a knife
Until every moment becomes a whole life
And each life a world, and each world a truth
And each truth eternal, and each pang its proof
"And mother, I'm lost..." And she said, "It's true
And all things eternal are lost just like you
Each truth is a lie, each world is so small
And each moment so fleeting
That even the grieving is already over
"It's already over, it's already over
Even the grieving is already over
It's already over, it's already over
Even the grieving is already done."