she's maybe too young
he's maybe too far away
but one day
she was making eyes
he's not perfect but what is perfect love?
so that day
she was by his side
secret families speak in whispers
across the shores
far away

all young mothers come together
with no shoes or goodbyes
all young fathers marching soldiers
without babies on their minds

I remember by a sigh of the womb far away
So you're mothers not for long enough?
There is nothing I can say

ba-da ba ba etc.

all young mothers come together
with no shoes or goodbyes
all young fathers marching soldiers
without babies on their minds