Advice for Young Mothers to Be The Veils

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 but I don't know
Wish I could find the words and heal my baby

She made a crib with blankets for the floor
Painted the bluest colour on the walls
I don't want to 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
The vicar said it's wrong but hey what does he know
He said its wrong but that the Lord forgave me

Well I don't want his pity and your scorn
Boy why're you preaching no one's listening anymore
That old life of yours sickens me
Directly to my maternal core
No man alive has earned the right to save me

No, this can't go on
Your advice for young mothers to be
Will never find the words, darling believe me