Crossed oceans, lands
To come hold your hands
I'll see you later, I'll see you later
No goodbyes
Where will I go when I die?
Will I see my father again
When he is young and handsome, in a beautiful suit?
With a girl on each side
Will my mother be there?
Will he treat her better, this time?
Everyone looks younger somehow
I don't buy that now
I lie about who I am
That why I can't be found
Where do you go when you lie, after a long day?
Will he come and watch you sleep away?
Make sure your eyes closed all the way?
Will he stroke your hair softly?
Soft is a hard word
Considering what you're worth
Did you become the man he wants?
Or are you just floating away?