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