Lyrics:

(4:09) (A. Cordes/G. Michael) (Chorus) 'Father Figure' performed by
George Michael. Used under License from Song Music Entertainment.
MCA Music Publishing, A Division of MCA Inc./Morrison Leahy Music
Ltd., Admin. by Chappell &Co. (ASCAP)

Whatever it is I do, I try to think about you. I have a love for
you that nothing hides. Whatever it is I do, I'm always thinking of
you. I hope you look at me through patient eyes. I've become
amused. I've become blind. I've become what I know not breathes.
You seem illiterate to all my emotions. I stand corrected, how well
you read. You speak the truth, you speak the me. You fell the love
I have yet to find. I know it's there, I know it's there. But I let
the sandcastles kill my mind. Pathetic me, I long to be you. They
think I'm close but i stand so fat. The turbulent one sheds a
turbulent tear. I'm Mr. Love only 'cause they starve. Oil and
water, lust and sympathy. I'll life and death my way through the
sun. Where originates all the pain that leaves. My memory a
traumatic sponge and sings to you. Well define my love and
attitude. Open up your mind and it will sing to you. You can always
tell. But I know remorse so well. I left reality early due to the
lack of love... reason. (Chorus) Whatever I do, I try to think
about you. I seek the sympathy and I can't lie. Whatever it is I
Do, I'm always thinking of you. I hope you look at me through
patient eyes. The channel, a professional liar. How I long to
contradict those vibes. Joni help me, I think I'm falling. It's not
the love and I quest the why. I don't know, If I'm right, I'm
right. But if I'm wrong then show me I'm wrong. The fear of pity is
always awake. But infinite sympathy completely gone. It's the
windows, the doors, the passageway to the truth. Oh my god, it
echoes the mind. In total recall as wild as the deuce. It's so
deceiving is the clouded heart. So superficial is the open wound.
I caress the infinite light. That even at night. Overshadows the
moon and sings to you. Well, define my love, that lives with you.
Even when I die, it will still sing to you. You can always tell if
remorse has done you well... The misconstrued my answers due to the
lack of love... reason. (Chorus)