I went to your door
To make a home
Instead you wrestled
You wrestled with me
When you look at me
Do you not see
Your very father?
Your father is me
Let me hear you say
That I have killed
My father's
Only son
You assume that he
That he is me
Well stop searching — the thief
Has always lived here
We shall wait for the day
When truth and love are one
Then we'll become
How many times
Have I given you
Everything you've asked for?
And how many times
Have I got
Just anything at all?
And how many times
Have I given you
Everything you've asked for?
And how many times
Have I got
Just anything at all?