I watch my mother fold the sheets for me
I see the wrinkles on her hands and see
All the love that she holds can be
Seen in the lines around her knuckles
Who is gonna lay you down?
Who is gonna turn the lights out
Just like our Mothers and our Fathers prayed about?
Oh I want to love you like that
My father does it very well
His heart hangs in his chest like a big bronze bell
So when I’m hanging on by my finger nails
You can hear that thing just ring for miles and miles
I want the love that I give to be evident in my appearance