The only prize,
the only consolation:
you are your father's son.
I only came
to make some conversation,
but now the deal is done.
Take up your hammer
and build something new
out of the ashes you knew.
Come to the sunshine,
draw back the blind,
greet all the good things all in time.
Fold your hands
in quiet contemplation.
You are your father's son.
I built it up
and now commiseration.
Oh, what have you done?
Move from the shadows,
open your eyes,
there stands your loved one tonight.
Stung by the teardrops,
mocked by the moon,
she's got the key to this room.
The only prize,
the only consolation:
you are your father's son.