The sun is rising so late it's early I have spread myself too thin again The guest of honor at my guilty party Me and this silence have become old friends
Father make believe for your daughters Mother take it easy on your sons Sister balance like a tightrope walker But for now, you got to keep them young
My solitude, it makes me softer My suffering is not in vain. My depression sings, how much longer Will I have to wait to see a world free from pain?
Father make believe for your daughters Mother take it easy on your sons Sister balance like a tightrope walker But for now, you got to keep them young [x3]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.