At a Father's Bedside (Thierry Magnière) Wan neon light in a corridor And different names stamped on each door. The echo of my footsteps on the floor. I knew it would come to an end. Then why had I made as if it could never, would never happen. I find my name and push the door. You lay on a bed in a room full of bore. I remember having seen that for grandpa before. All this rubber tubing in your body As strings givin' life to a puppet, I can't bear it dear daddy. Why had I been waiting so long To confess you my twenty four years of love Why between you & me Was there only manliness ?