Texty: Erasure. The Circus. Hideaway.

One day the boy decided to let them know the way he felt inside
He could not stand to hide it
His mother, she broke down and cried

Oh my Father, why don't you talk to me now?
Oh my Mother, do you still cry yourself to sleep?
Are you still proud of your little boy?

Don't be afraid, you don't have to hide away
The boy he was rejected by the people that he cared for
It's not what they expected
But he could not keep it secret anymore

Far from home now, waiting by the telephone
There's a new world, you can make it on your own

Are you still proud of your little boy?

Don't be afraid, you don't have to hide away, no
Don't be afraid, love will mend your broken wing
Time will slip away, learn to be brave

Oh my Father, why don't you talk to me now?
Oh my Mother, do you still cry yourself to sleep?
Are you still proud of your little boy?

Don't be afraid, you don't have to hide away, no
Don't be afraid, love will mend your broken wing
Time will slip away, learn to be brave