And we'll get lost without you.
No cemetery walls will bound you.
Feeling like it's over but it's just beginning.
And your a little bit better than you used to be and
the sun is always sinking in the rising sea and to
think that someone tried to tell you where you should
be going. Take in all your kind friends words to just
give it a try. Take in the deepest breathe and that
still won't get you high. Hardly getting used to it
and hardly getting by. Hardly getting over it and hardly
getting by, because we're the last arrivals of all
the remaining survivors. Take the deepest toke you
can and that won't get you high.
Take all your kind friends words and it's just not
going to fly. We're the last arrival of all the remaining survivors.