A Flock Of Seagulls

You keep stopping when you could be walking,
Looking at the pictures on the wall.
You keep quiet when you should be talking.
You just dont make any sense at all.
Remember when you were much younger,
And you were lying in your bed
Among the satin sheets and pillows,
Your mother there to ease your head.
Mama, mama, I keep having nightmares.
Mama, mama, mama, am I ill?
Mama, mama, mama, hold me tightly.
Mama, mama, do you love me still?
But now its diffrent you are older.
Theres no one here to hold you hand.
Your mamas gone beyond the veil, joan.
Theres no one left who understands.
Mama, mama, I keep having nightmares.
Mama, mama, mama, am I ill?
Mama, mama, mama, hold me, hold me tighter.