Mysteries You Can't Even Hide

Thought I'd make a plan, become a man

And we can dance to the beat of your kickin' belly

But dammit I'm so scared, by my failed dreams nobody? cares

What if I'm the broken tyrant of the famling

When I see you sittin' crying, I know the reason why

You got moisturies you can't even hide\



In these lighter days, ambition in the way

What do we really profit by delayin'

I said you shall have your cottage and your garden by the sea

And a craddle rock in merrily

Was heard in your voice and I know I have no choice

I will give you a child

I will give

I will give

I will give you a child



Hard times but there's more alone

Hard times more alone

Hard times but there's more alone

Said the young family walking slowly through it all

I will give you a child



You've got mysteries you can't even hide