Lyrics:

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