Shallow Crystals Songtext
von Ian Hunter

Her life gets smaller in his eyes
And he wonders if he thinks you should cry
Oh, Mother, the colour′s gone and left your hair
And he wonders if he thinks you should care
She taught him how to play guitar
She taught him how to be a star
But, Mother, were you really there?

My friend knows me, he's such a mixed up boy
I wonder if she sold him his toys
A kiss on the cheek, a conversation decoy
In his cute little corduroys
Oh, she taught him how to win the game
She taught him everything is your name
Oh, Mother, did you have to destroy?


Mother, if you really cared
You′d talk to him, cry for him
All you ever did was dream
All you ever said was, "Be cool, be cool, be cool"
And I think you made a mess of his life
And I think he made a mess of your life
And I think it made a mess of my life

Mother, if you really cared
You'd talk to him, cry for him
All you ever did was dream
All you ever said was, "Be cool, be cool, be cool"
And I think you made a mess of her life
And I think she made a mess of your life
And I think it made a mess of my life

I think you made a mess of my life
I think you made a mess of my life