By her bedside 
He brought to her a
By her bedside 
We sit to redeem 
My father, my father 
He darkened my name 
My father, my father 
You must not get away 

The sun is out
And it's callous and stout 
And i can't believe 

Offer what
Offer what you can 

The sun is out
And it's flawless and sound 
And I can't conceive 

The sun is out
And it's callous and stout 
And I can't conceive 
Of this loneliness 

My father turn
Turn away 

The sun is out
And it's callous and stout
And I can't believe
Of the night I bleed

It's reckless and helpless 
It falls down my face 
This conflict [bad word] 
It wrestles with fear
This folly/falling [bad word] It's fragrant with haste