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