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.