Mother
What does, what does it feel like to be sorry?
Why did, why did I find a broken rosary in your bed?
Don't give, don't give a mark to what I did
Because from one to ten, I just guess I deserve a four
Oh, mother, don't worry
There's still a part of me
That is worth knowing
But it makes no sense to me
Oh, it makes no sense to me
Don't tell me what I could or should have done
Now the boats are all gone, and I didn't want to wave them bye
And it's time, oh Lord, for once to end what you start
Oh, and you can trust me
I know you made the hardest part
Oh, mother, don't worry
There's still a part of me
That is worth knowing
But it makes no sense to me
Oh, it makes no sense to me
Oh, mother, don't worry
There's still a part of me
That is worth knowing
But it makes no sense to me
Oh, it makes no sense to me
Oh, it makes no sense
It makes no sense to me
It makes no sense to me
Autor(es): Mark Daumail / Morgane Imbeaud
