The most structurally elegant song on the album. It begins with a man noticing his own hands look like his father's — the knuckles, the way they grip a steering wheel — and from that single image, the entire intergenerational thesis unfolds. The verse catalogues inherited gestures: the throat-clear before difficult conversations, the way anger gets stored in the jaw, the reflexive fist. The outro is an instruction manual delivered as a lullaby. "These hands will hold you differently." It is both a promise and a prayer — not a rejection of the father, but a conscious, deliberate decision to change the behaviour without erasing the love. The song never once raises its voice. It doesn't need to. - Mastered by mixea.commore