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 color 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