Not in my funeral
Things start go wrong when you think it is all in your hands. Soon you realize it's all gone.
Bystanders calling: let it go, let it go. No more light in my eyes. No more sounds into my ears.
Yesterday 10.5 everything was fine in my life. But today I find I’m not in my funeral. Yesterday I had it all. Today it's history it's all gone. Take me out of this place.
What is this for? It is black. Is it space? Liquid dreams, fun love. This pain, is it shame? I’ve never felt this before. All bad things ever done
Bystanders calling: let it go, let it go, give your hand. No more light in my eyes. No more sounds into my ears.
No more light in my eyes. No more sounds into my ears.