She found the world embedded in the snow
It's too bad the rest have made it all their own
There's got to be a better way somehow but I don't know
Wish I could find the words and heal my baby
She made a crib of blankets from the floor
Painted the bluest colour on the walls
I don't want to know the time, I don't care about that at all
Nobody knows the way to heaven baby
No, this can't go on
Your advice for young mothers to be,
We'll never find the words darling believe me
So here it is, your heart's out the cold
The friends who care still call you on the phone
The vicar said it's wrong but hey what does he know?
He said it's wrong but that the Lord forgave me
Well I don't want his pity and your scorn
Boy why you preaching? No one's listening anymore
That life of yours sickens me directly to my maternal core
No man alive has earned the right to save me
Lord this can't go on
Your advice for young mothers to be
We'll never find the words Darling believe me
Now here I am, I'm pushing 24
I've got a house and a little terrace on the lawn,
My baby's grown and I'm as happy as a fawn
Now only the beauty of the world delays me
Oh, this can't go on, your advice for young mothers to be
We'll never find the words darling believe me
Oh, this crown of thorns, we'll never find the words
Your advice to young mothers to be
We'll never find the words darling believe me
εϊз .
It's too bad the rest have made it all their own
There's got to be a better way somehow but I don't know
Wish I could find the words and heal my baby
She made a crib of blankets from the floor
Painted the bluest colour on the walls
I don't want to know the time, I don't care about that at all
Nobody knows the way to heaven baby
No, this can't go on
Your advice for young mothers to be,
We'll never find the words darling believe me
So here it is, your heart's out the cold
The friends who care still call you on the phone
The vicar said it's wrong but hey what does he know?
He said it's wrong but that the Lord forgave me
Well I don't want his pity and your scorn
Boy why you preaching? No one's listening anymore
That life of yours sickens me directly to my maternal core
No man alive has earned the right to save me
Lord this can't go on
Your advice for young mothers to be
We'll never find the words Darling believe me
Now here I am, I'm pushing 24
I've got a house and a little terrace on the lawn,
My baby's grown and I'm as happy as a fawn
Now only the beauty of the world delays me
Oh, this can't go on, your advice for young mothers to be
We'll never find the words darling believe me
Oh, this crown of thorns, we'll never find the words
Your advice to young mothers to be
We'll never find the words darling believe me
εϊз .