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