Father of the Son

Daughter of the moon

I'm crying 

Father of the Son

I'm dying

When will I get the will?

What will I become?

I'm trying to get to you

Fear of flying 

And I'm lonesome, too

Homely

And worthless, ooooh

When will I get the will?

What will I become? 

This I offer you 

The dim light within 

The soul I posses

Is my auto tune disco dim light

What will I become?

Do you answer?

Father of the Son