Push

To be a mother you have gonna waiting
Ducking for some cover hiding under rocks
Outlining yourself in decades of chalk
Decorating shame by silencing your walk, oh
A suffered heart from years of shock, oh
A suffered heart from years of shock
The next stage you can’t imagine
A man too young to hold his head up high
Weightlessness attached to everything he tries
A battle yet won to decipher the lies, oh
A suffered heart from years of shock, oh
A suffered heart from years of shock, ooh
A suffered heart from years
The fear comes from not knowing
When and how and where and to
Our lives will be moving, moving
But you won’t push too hard
No, you won’t push too hard
No, you won’t push too hard
Bored from being the only one to blame
Love from other men, you will find without shame
When your breasts are sucked of all their fame
A lingering hope for a body not so lame, oh
A suffered heart from years without touch, oh
(Years, years, years, years gone by without touch)
A suffered heart from years without touch, ooh
(Years, years, years, years gone by without touch)
A suffered heart from years
(Years, years, years)
The fear comes from not knowing
When and how and where and to
Our lives will be moving, moving
But you won’t push too hard
No, you won’t push too hard
No, you won’t push too hard
No, you won’t push too hard
No, you won’t push too hard
No, you won’t push too hard