My daddy warned me; not to stay up late,
But how could I not cry, when the world looks
So much better inside of that screen?
My daddy never told me why, because we
were too busy crying.
My daddy warned me; not to give up on my faith,
But how could I not decide, to let go of faith,
When we’ve all lost our ways?
My daddy couldn’t hold his own,
With all the weight of the entire world.
All these tears, have run dry,
And I’m just bleeding out of my eye,
And it’s so hard to cry, knowing your soul has died.
All these tears, have already died.
Already died, already died, already died,
I don’t feel alive.
My daddy warned me, not to be so lazy,
But how could I not sigh, at any movement,
Feeling like we’re all about to die?
My daddy worked himself to the bone,
All with nothing of his own.
My daddy warned me, not to give up on dreams,
But how could I not tell him, we’re all feeling scared;
With so much pressure placed on our heads?
My daddy didn’t face all of his fears,
We're both running off scared.
But my daddy told me to, look up to the sky,
Even when I want to cry, with tears gone dry,
Someone is by my side, as Heaven also cries.
All these tears, are filled with life.
Filled with life, filled with life, filled with life,
And I’m still alive.
