When we die, we go in to the arms of those who remember us.
We are home now.
Out of our heads.
Out of our minds.
Out of this world.
Out of our time.
Are you drowning or waving.
I just want you to save me.
Should we try to get along.
Just try to get along.
So we move.
We change by the speed of the choices that we make.
And the barriers are all self-made.
Thats so retrograde.
Are you drowning or waving.
I just need you to save me.
Should we try to get along.
Just try to get along.
I am alive.
I'm awake to the trials of confussion we create.
There are times I feel when we're about to break.
When there's too much to say.
We are home now.
Out of our heads.
Out of our minds.
Out of this world.
Or out of this time (x4)
|