What seed will grow and last

Penetrate the piles of trash

Ooh child, when everything you know...

Is images of broken dreams

Scattered hearts and vicious schemes

Ooh child, don't you go...

Where dead trees cast no shadow

Blackbirds no relief, the dry stone... no spring of water

Only in your mother's arms, you will be free

Only in your mother's arms, you will be... unbreakable

If i could show you something else than the shadow, who follows you in the morning

And who grows to meet you up at night

Intoxicated you come alive

In search for god, he passes you by

Ooh child, ain't that fate...

As dead trees cast no shadow

Blackbirds no relief, and the dry stone... no spring of water

Only in your mother's arms, you will be free

Only when your high enough, you will be... unbreakable

Unbreakable... unbreakable