Paroles de Fatherhood

There's glass melting around my head, like skin that's rippled but clear. I can breathe but walking's dead hard. Dark clouds are beginning to steer me towards fatherhood, me towards fatherhood. I hope my son will not scream if he wants ice cream. I hope all little girls will be safe when he starts to dream about fatherhood, about fatherhood. I don't want him when I've given up. I want to drink from the same glass. I hope you won't catch anything or regard me as something from his past, from his past, from his past, from his glorious past. Fatherhood, fatherhood.