Letter to Mother

(I'm never doing another tango song in my fucking life) The noise in this joint is unearthly And soon I awkwardly say "Look, there it is, my whole life in the ashtray I can't go back to her that way" Cause in blue darkness of a night she keeps imagining one thing Someone stuck his Finnish knife under my heart I know that even though she doesn't show it She grieves sorely for her son And often walks out to the road in her old-fashioned coat And in blue darkness of a night she keeps imagining one thing How someone stuck his Finnish knife under my heart Under my heart In blue darkness of a night she keeps imagining one thing Someone stuck his Finnish knife under my heart I know she's there grieving sorely for me I know she's there turning grey for me And when I'll come back she'll forgive me so Motherly, motherly, motherly