Oh lovely daughter I've mistaken for a son
Rest your head upon my shoulder at once
Tell me all the world you found troublesome
You're my particles and sweet electrons
Since you've been home
Since you've been home
See what you have, have become
Your hungry father I have chosen
To be merished and unspoken
Onto you I leave this talisman
Unresolved, no not unbroken
Since I've been home
Since I've been home
God what have I become
All are gone
Prodigal
Where it's (?)
Oh, lovely daughter place your spit on my thumb
That I may wipe that filthy grit from your tongue
Bless your enemies and my grandsons
And you are particles and sweet electrons
