Artificial,
Prosthetic hands,
Sympathetic, but I'll put and end to this
(ooo)
Can't keep fighting, do I have to keep fighting?
Stop breathing
Stop breathing
It's not the same,
It's not the same,
'cause I was just a kid, dad--Ohho-ohho
It does not do to dwell on dreams
Acceptance takes you further than you ever thought you'd go
(When you chase the ghost of things that could have been,
Like a father who was never there)
The ghosts of things that could have been,
Like the father who was never there at all,
At all
(I was a boy
Now I'm a plane,
But I can't keep this holding pattern anymore)