High on our chairs at the kitchen counter
I ask you some questions to mother from daughter
ask her, "Why does passion die?"
"And why do we voluntarily ask for love if it just rolls by?"

We never talk, you're scared of my probing
but you're older and wiser
so I just keep hoping the truth will come out
I'm ready to hear it all now

Please tell me 5 things that made you stay
then tell me 5 of your greatest mistakes
I'm feeling doubtful and I need new faith
that only a mother could give me
That only a daughter could take

at first you lie it's become second nature
to protect me from horrible truths that would make you seem
weak and afraid
but i know about the sacrifice you've made

you say darling it's weak
my mind's become useless
I'm old and I'm tired, and all of this talking
is futile at most
You'll learn for yourself how life goes

But I'll tell you one thing, your dad used to say
I'll give you one scene I hold to this day
Your father held my hand
he said, "I know we're not perfect, but I love you, I love you anyway."

Now I've got some things to make me brave
Now I've got one thing my mom used to say
It wasn't quite science, and a far cry from fact
but she loved me, at least I know that