You're thinking that's the price you pay
for waking up a little late
I got a chance and danced away
i'm sick of trying to find a way
and running out of words to say
i got 20 years to pass away

"i know my son, let me carry you"

you're thinking that's the price you pay
you took it back another way
i complicat it back to me
Im sick and tired of things i say
im sick and tired of all this weight
i need the pressure pressed away

"i know my son, let me carry you"