Sixpence None The Richer - Sister Mother
My life is plagued
By mistakes broken love slaps in the face
But I’m trying to care to dare to embrace your face
Hug him like a brother
Kiss her like a sister
Let it be my mother for now
I want to find where the maid in the street
Is pouring her wine
I heard she takes you in and gives you the words
You need said
If you’ll be her brother
She’ll kiss you like a sister
She’ll even be your mother for now
Hug him like a brother
Kiss her like a sister
Let it be my mother
Let it be my father
I will be her brother
Kiss her like a sister
Come and be my mother forever