Songtext von Father

Father your failures are so grave They have seeped to son No amount of wishing For grace to be regained or won 10,000 Pounds of hope On the shoulders of one It's clear to me How the son has gone to seed It's clear to me How the roots shape the tree If I found a penance to be paid If I found a payment to be made There's no real letter to write To no real father of mine With no real things It's hard not to think With no real things It's hard not to sing Father your failures are so grave They have seeped to son No amount of wishing For grace to be regained or won