At a father's bedside

At a Father's Bedside (Thierry Magnière)

Wan neon light in a corridor
And different names stamped on each door.
The echo of my footsteps on the floor.
I knew it would come to an end.
Then why had I made as if it could never, would never happen.
I find my name and push the door.
You lay on a bed in a room full of bore.
I remember having seen that for grandpa before.
All this rubber tubing in your body
As strings givin' life to a puppet,
I can't bear it dear daddy.
Why had I been waiting so long
To confess you my twenty four years of love
Why between you & me
Was there only manliness ?