Oh, mother mine

I find the time to underestimate it all

a line, a sign, I am too young or I’m too old

The package says that I'm not ready yet

So what exactly is this yearning in my chest?

Oh, Mother mine. When’s the time to decide to give somebody life?

To have been told that your feelings are not your own

But central to what makes you woman, makes you moan

We’ve fallen victim to the paradox of choice

Would it be easier if I didn’t have a voice?

Oh, Mother mine. When’s the time to decide to give somebody life?

You’re taking your time. You’ve gotta choose. It’s one or the other, It’s Mother or Muse.