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