Yann Tiersen

Callous Sun

Yann Tiersen


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 (?)