Nietzsche Is Peachy

My father is a ghost
A faded polaroid from the war
Back when I felt small inside his arms
I am in my golden age
When I'm trapped in picture frames
In the frozen pose
I can see my soul
And the novelty is wearing off
But we still plug away
Until our bones will not forget
Our heads banging against the wall
Searching for a way
To make things right again

The songs we loved
Oh how we would sing along
Like they made us whole
Until we forgot how they all go
How they go
How they go

And it goes, it goes, you know, you know
And nothing's gonna change
We're chased by a bottomless ache
No escaping what we know we know
But we're grasping all the same
Getting chased by a bottomless ache

The songs we loved
We'd sing along
Like they made us whole
Until we forgot how they all go
How they go
How they go
The songs we loved
We'd sing along
Like they made us whole
Until we forgot how they all go

You should come back to earth now
And admit that you're afraid
You should come back to earth now
And admit that you're afraid
You should come back to earth now
Before it blows and goes away
You should come back to earth now
Before you lose your chance to say
You're afraid
You're afraid
You're afraid
You're afraid