Life will never be the same again It should be in a southern flower It should be an anestethic. For you, It should be the vision of a sudden light Without pain undiscovereds And if you frighten this is true Then the mother watch you do The mother watch you lose: Mothers no more. So to live, hold me thight tonight Hold me ti'll the morning comes Tonight, hold me thight Hold me Help me. Life will never be the same again It should be in a southern flower And this is unexpected, For you, For you... For you.