Fortunate son, to be loved so tenderly these many years
All you can't remember, and all the things you can't forget, what is left

There are bars on the windows, still he can't see through
And in every little corner, voices interrupting him
Seeing everything that won't come true
Thinking about the things I can't tell you
The doctor says he's in too deep, all he wants to do is sleep

There were better days, did they slip away
All that you've become, the signal is fading out
Still fading out, all this time
Still fading out, in the back of your mind
Still fading out, with all these memories

The ghosts we chased away, have all sought refuge in my brain
Mother can you hear me now, the signal is fading out