Fathers Son
Cut off my hand when it led me astray
I’ve wept before him, I’ve begged and I’ve prayed
I can’t remember
I can’t remember a time before

Time before him never was
Wasted life blinded by his light
I now see through the darkness

Fool’s gold mined by sheep
Following shepherds into the sea
They can’t remember
They can’t remember

Time before him never was
Wasted life blinded by his light
I now see through the darkness
I was my father’s son

He was the ticking of the clock
He was rising of the sun
It’s too late
Time before him never was
Wasted life blinded by his light
I now see through the darkness
I was my father’s son

This is the path that was carved for me
The shepherd planted a seed
Leading sheep into the sea
I was my father’s son
It’s too late