I don't want to worry about you

I don't want to feel afraid

But you make me feel like crying

When you won't look me in the face

And we were peeling garlic

On the front porch by the garden

And you had fallen silent

Could you tell me what you wanted?

And when you swear god

Speaks through your tongue

I'll believe you are

The chosen one

Could I have been a better daughter?

Did I have to leave so soon?

In my absence we grew fonder

But I still abandoned you

And when you swear god

Speaks through your tongue

I'll believe you are

The chosen one