Parallel to life, there’s wisdom that seems out of reach like 
a figure of speech in a maze of white lies, so elusive it’s hard to 
recognise with naivety’s eyes
It’s [bad word] with a knife
The thought steals away with your peace and high on that 
trapeze, you hold on to me, you hold on to me

And I’ll be singing you songs of tomorrow, 
And then dawn will follow
And our sorrows all undone

When you’re done with all the strife, when they echo the 
minds in the streets, you know your heart beats a solitary call, 
for a change in the tone of it all, you’ll be scaling that wall
And the higher you climb the more you can see of this life and 
on the edge of that knife, you hold on to me, hold on to me

And I’ll be singing you songs of tomorrow, 
And then dawn will follow
And our sorrows all undone
Yeah, I’ll be singing you songs of tomorrow,
And then dawn will follow
We are children of the sun

And you know you can take this story, 
take your glory, make your own way 
Yeah, I want you to shake this story, 
take your glory, find your way
Make your own way, make your own way

And I’ll be singing you songs of tomorrow, 
And then dawn will follow
And our sorrows all undone
Yeah, I’ll be singing you songs of tomorrow, 
And then dawn will follow
We are children of the sun