Beggar's Prayer - Emiliana Torrini

Mama said lift your head from the sieve of your hands

Mama say eventually this hurting will end

But the shockwaves on my bones will linger

Like the ghost of you here in my bed

When I was lost you thought me a beautiful find

Sometimes I think of you sleeping, so sleep for a while

I find myself asking who’d do this to love

And the white shouldered mountains they pointed above

Lord you just dropped me here by the side of this road

Out here’s too cold and I don’t want to walk it alone

I’ve got a bottle of your blood inside me

And an old beggar’s prayer on the tip of my tongue

Mama said lift your head from the sieve of your hands

Mama say eventually this hurting will end