Verse
D
I am six years old in the back of my mother's car
G
And I will be seven in December
D
She will be gone by the beginning of next spring
G
And I will be left to remember
D
To re member
D
I ask my little questions
She laughs a little laugh
G
But she won't tell me where we're going
D
She looks in my eyes with her eyes in the mirror
G
And says some things you're better off not knowing
D
Not knowing
A G
But I don't know what her voice sounds like
A G
I don't know what her skin feels like
A G
I only know what it might feel like
Bm A
When a mother holds her daughter
Bm A G
When that mother knows she's leaving this life
D
Leaving this life
D
She's left with that reflection of me at six years old
G
And I have her eyes in the mirror
D
Well she and I, we are defined by what we have lost
G
Don't you wonder whose loss is dearer
D
Dearer
A G
She doesn't know what my voice sounds like
A G
She doesn't know what my skin feels like
A G
And I only know what it might feel like
Bm A
When a mother holds her daughter
Bm A G
When that mother knows she's leaving this life
D G D G
Leaving this life
A G
And I don't know what her voice sounds like
A G
And I don't know what her skin feels like
A G
I only know what it might feel like
Bm A
When a mother holds her daughter
Bm A G
When that mother knows she's leaving this life
D
Leaving this life
G
Leaving this life
D
Leaving this life
G D
Leaving this life