I wanna fall inside your ghost,
And fill up every whole inside my mind.
And I want everyone to know,
That I am half a soul divided.

Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away,
Either way you're by my side until my dying days,
And if I'm not there and I'm far away
I said, Don't be afraid,"
I said, "Don't be afraid, we're going home"

I wanna strip myself a breath
A breathless piece of death I've made for you.
A mortal, rotting piece of song,
Will help me carry on but at least you heard.

Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away,
Either way you're by my side until my dying days,
And if I'm not there and I'm far away
I said, "Don't be afraid",
I said, "Don't be afraid, we're going home."

So the hearse ran out of gas, the passenger person grabbed a map,
And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the past,
And checked his watch and grabbed a cab,
A beautifully planned taxi cab,
A cab, had it cleared out back and two men started to unpack.

Driving once again
But now this time there were three men
And then I heard one of them say:
I know the night will turn to gray
I know the stars will start to fade
When all the darkness fades away
We had to steal him from his fate
So he could see another day

Then I cracked open my box
Someone must have picked the lock
A little light revealed the spot
Where my fingernails had fought
Then I pushed it open more
Pushing up against the door
Then I sat up off the floor and found the breath i was searching for

Then there were three men up front
All I saw were backs of heads
And then I asked "am I alive and well or am I dreaming dead?"
Then one turned around to say:
"We're driving toward the morning sun
Where all your blood is washed away
And all you did will be undone."

I said, "Don't be afraid"