- cifra
Oh, mother
I was born in your eyes
I was walking
The day I came to life
And I've come beside myself to know
I'm just a person with highs and lows
Oh, father
I was raised in your hands
I was fighting
Before I could understand
And I've got a lot of things to learn
And things I don't think that I deserve
Come lay your head
And come rest your tired eyes
Fall back instead
Feel your breath internalize
And come lay your head
And come rest your tired eyes
And fall back instead
Fall back instead
When I try to fall asleep
I'm lifted from my bed sheets
Where the ground is falling down
And the night is far too loud
I'm giving up
I'm giving in
Everything is rising
Come and rest your tired eyes
Your youth's fading
Everyone is leaving
And I cannot complain
