To be a mother you have gonna waiting

Ducking for some cover hiding under rocks

Outlining yourself in decades of chalk

Decorating shame by silencing your walk, oh

A suffered heart from years of shock, oh

A suffered heart from years of shock

The next stage you can’t imagine

A man too young to hold his head up high

Weightlessness attached to everything he tries

A battle yet won to decipher the lies, oh

A suffered heart from years of shock, oh

A suffered heart from years of shock, ooh

A suffered heart from years

The fear comes from not knowing

When and how and where and to

Our lives will be moving, moving

But you won’t push too hard

No, you won’t push too hard

No, you won’t push too hard

Bored from being the only one to blame

Love from other men, you will find without shame

When your breasts are sucked of all their fame

A lingering hope for a body not so lame, oh

A suffered heart from years without touch, oh

(Years, years, years, years gone by without touch)

A suffered heart from years without touch, ooh

(Years, years, years, years gone by without touch)

A suffered heart from years

(Years, years, years)

The fear comes from not knowing

When and how and where and to

Our lives will be moving, moving

But you won’t push too hard

No, you won’t push too hard

No, you won’t push too hard

No, you won’t push too hard

No, you won’t push too hard

No, you won’t push too hard