The sun is rising so late, it's early
I have spread myself too thin again
To catch the bottom, make my guilty party

Made in the solitude of comfortable friends

Father make believe for your daughters

Mother take it easy on your sons
It's just a balance like a tightrope walker
But for now you've got to keep them young


My solitude it makes me softer
My suffering is not in vain

My depression seems how much longer
Will I have to wait to see you were free from pain


Chorus:(x3)

Father make believe for your daughters

Mother take it easy on your sons
It's just a balance like a tightrope walker
But for now you've got to keep them young