Advice For Young Mothers To Be

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 that I don't know

Wish I could find the words and heal my baby

She made a crib with blankets from the floor

Painted the bluest colour on the walls

I don't wanna 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

Will never find the words, darling believe me

So here it is, your heart's out in the cold

The friends you kept still call you on the phone (pa-pa-du)

The vicar said it's wrong but hey, what does he know?

He said it's wrong but that the Lord forgave me (pa-pa-du)

But I don't want his pity and your scorn (pa-pa-du)

Boy, why're 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 (pa-pa-du)

No, this can't go on

Your advice for young mothers-to-be

Will never find the words, darling believe me

No, this can't go on

Your advice for young mothers-to-be

Will never find the words, darling believe me

Now here I am, I'm pushing twenty-four

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

No, this can't go on

Your advice for young mothers-to-be

Will never find the words, darling believe me

No, this crown of thorns

Your advice for young mothers-to-be

Will never find the words, darling believe me