I was gonna write a song about what happens when you die
Is it just a long, dark fall, or do you finally learn to fly
Like you did jumping off of chairs when you were a kid
You'd always hit the ground but you'd do it again, living for that moment
When you were free
Like a bird up in the sky
Maybe you'll feel that again when you finally close your eyes
I feel so selfish that I thought about leaving so soon
When I see people screaming and crying at a funeral of someone they're saying goodbye to
'Cause I've got time
How dare I try to cut that short
I've still got lines on my arms from trying to fight that war with steel and bone
Cursing these hallowed walls I call my own
I was gonna write a song about what happens when you die
But I don't know, and I'm glad I don't
And I'm never gonna try to find out again