I am six years old in the back of my mothers car And I will be seven in December She will be gone by the beginning of next spring And I will be left to remember To remember I ask my little questions and she laughs a little laugh But she wont tell me where were going She looks in my eyes with her eyes in the mirror And says, Some things youre better off not knowing Not knowing But I dont know what her voice sounds like I dont know what her skin feels like I only know what it might feel like When a mother holds her daughter When that mother knows shes leaving this life Leaving this life Shes left with that reflection of me at six years old And I have her eyes in the mirror Well, she and I, we are defined by what we have lost Dont you wonder whose loss is dearer? Dearer She doesnt know what my voice sounds like She doesnt know what my skin feels like And I only know what it might feel like When a mother holds her daughter When that mother knows shes leaving this life Leaving this life And I dont know what her voice sounds like And I dont know what her skin feels like I only know what it might feel like When a mother holds her daughter When that mother knows shes leaving this life Leaving this life Leaving this life Leaving this life Leaving this life
leaving, mother, know, life, dearer