Does anyone have a light?
'Cause I'm trying hard to see
I know when I'm done with my past
But when is it done with me?
Coming down from the clouds
Silent machine memory
But if we can't forget
How can we be free?
Always there
Station
Choose again
Station
What happens when we die?
I don't know but I think they know
Some say we go up to the sky
Some say way down low
I think our thoughts scatter
Ones who love hold the flame
Our actions live in antimatter
The cycle starts again