Artificial
Prosthetic hands
Sympathetic, but I'll put and end to this
(Ooh)
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 (oh, oh)
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