Tell A Son

I was five, living life, everyday's a friday Start the day on the couch, Disney on TV Tie my shoes on my own, get my backpack ready Running fast through the woods Screaming, "Mom, catch me if you can" In every single photograph I'm smiling next to you and dad, yeah Sometimes love make you hurt 'Cause it don't always work out the way that you want Sometimes two separate homes might be working a little better than one I still remember the day and the look on your face And the fear in your voice 'Cause how do you tell a son, "Mum don't love daddy no more"? Turning ten, gather friends for a birthday party For the first time, I showed them my father's house, mm Another week, pack my bag, see him sad, tell my dad I'm sorry It's my mum's turn to have me this Christmas, I hope that's fine In every recent photograph It's only either mum or dad (no, no, no) Sometimes love make you hurt 'Cause it don't always work out the way that you want Sometimes two separate homes might be working a little better than one I still remember the day and the look on your face And the fear in your voice 'Cause how do you tell a son, "Mum don't love daddy no more"? How do you tell a son How do you tell a son How do you tell a son, "Mum don't love daddy no more"? How do you tell a son How do you tell a son How do you tell a son, "Mum don't love daddy no more"?