Somewhere Up There
Baby
I guess I'm lost
I saw you falling apart,
I thought it was all my fault
And then we make up, and now you say
And now you say
With your voice like an angel attached to a black pair of wings
And that's the point
Because since we joined
The crowd started screaming and we couldn't hear over the noise
You spoke inside
But in my head
I kept passing the blame for excuses to help me try
Ooh
Caught in the middle of deceptions, just to get
A part in the elders and authority figures that would
Come to be elders, the truths, and the liars
They're holding us both to the flames
So now I cry
I'm only trying
To turn our head to reality
And it's so defying
It killed the pain
The time it takes
To end all of the talking and following me
I'm in pain
And I'll disallow
And I'll disallow
[Instrumental]
[Spoken]
You know when children are very little
The child-mother – nurturer
Let's call her mother
Mother bond is developed from day one
Starts real early and continues.
There are three fundamental attachments
That you can be: secure, ambivalent, or distant,
In your attachment, in other words, insecure,
In your attachment. So, um...
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[Spoken]
Hi Mike, this is Mom.
Sorry I missed your call, I was out.
I'm out in the garden, gardening,
My favorite thing.
Um, anyway, thanks for the call.
I love you too, um, hope you're doing well.
Anyway, um, uh, okay.
Just hanging out there.
We're here and, everybody else is elsewhere.
Matt's coming home this week from school and, um, whatever.
Okay. Talk to you. Love you.
Thanks for calling. Bye