In the arms of the afterlife
You are heard
Over the cornfields, over city lights
Your soul is set
Breathing lonely, you one and only
But in the heart of the night sky
There’s an ancient light
Throwing palm and embrace to your bedside
And forever in sad but light
Like the ink on your skin
Turning, shows everything
Shows we are old
We are old
We are old
And nothing
Shows we are old
We are old
We are old
And nothing at all
