Sister, Mother - Sixpence None The Richer

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.