(Verse) D I am six years old in the back of my mother's car G And I will be seven in December D She will be gone by the beginning of next spring G And I will be left to remember D To re member D I ask my little questions She laughs a little laugh G But she won't tell me where we're going D She looks in my eyes with her eyes in the mirror G And says some things you're better off not knowing D Not knowing A G But I don't know what her voice sounds like A G I don't know what her skin feels like A G I only know what it might feel like Bm A When a mother holds her daughter Bm A G When that mother knows she's leaving this life D Leaving this life D She's left with that reflection of me at six years old G And I have her eyes in the mirror D Well she and I, we are defined by what we have lost G Don't you wonder whose loss is dearer D Dearer A G She doesn't know what my voice sounds like A G She doesn't know what my skin feels like A G And I only know what it might feel like Bm A When a mother holds her daughter Bm A G When that mother knows she's leaving this life D G Leaving this life A G And I don't know what her voice sounds like A G And I don't know what her skin feels like A G I only know what it might feel like Bm A When a mother holds her daughter Bm A G When that mother knows she's leaving this life D Leaving this life G Leaving this life D Leaving this life G D Leaving this life