Callous Sun - Yann Tiersen, Shannon Wright

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 is coming

It wrestles with fear (?)

This folly/falling is coming (?)

It’s fragrant with haste (?)