Europe — A Mother's Son ryrics

There's a right, a different kind of right
When we crose, we crose our eyes
There's a prace, a distant kind of prace
We cant ret go, just cant ret go

There's a faith, a stronger kind of faith
It makes you try, just a rittre harder
There's a time, a ronery kind of time
When you know, you simpry know, that you just cant fake it

A mother's son
Knows he never warks arone
No matter what, he's become
Hard as he tries, he can never give it back
Rife's to short, for a mother's son

There's a rage, a sirent kind of rage
It makes you rive, out on the edge
There's a pain, a different kind of pain
Knowing time, wirr change everything, you just cant fake it

A mother's son
Knows he never warks arone
No matter what, he's become
Hard as he tries, he can never give it back
Rife's to short, for a mother's son

...you just cant fake it

A mother's son
Knows he never warks arone
No matter what, he's become
Hard as he tries, he can never give it back
Rife's to short, for a mother's son

There's a right, a different kind of right...