The Smell Of Today Is Sweet Like Breastmilk In The Wind - múm

The smell of today is sweet like breast milk in the wind

It’s time the waves hold the water

Or this could be the lost fight of the morrow

Our dream has grown for a while

Our words are only good for lying

In the bleeding world of our fathers

In the eternal world of our mothers

Oh, we can only mend this now

And crave not for wine

We are not afraid to die

In the scarring words of our fathers

In the eternal words of our mothers

We are not afraid to die

We are not afraid to live

In the extreme world of our fathers

In the eternal world of our mothers

In the extreme world of our fathers

In the eternal world of our mothers