Money in the Afterlife Lyrics

	作词 : Thomas
	What will we do with all these words when we die?
	Will they spend like currency in our afterlife?
	Always waiting on a world that will never come
	Always standing in line
	Sinking feelings, inexplicably
	But always leaning towards some sort of light
	So where are we going
	And how does it feel where we are now
	With all our sentimental songs siphoning out?
	What will we do with all the time we'll have once we die?
	Will we trade our memories,
	Change all the endings,
	Revise what was each other's lives?
	I'll haunt the house you dreamed about
	But you never saw the inside
	I'll sing in your voice
	And you could sing in mine
	So where are we going
	And how does it feel where we are now
	With all our faculties like rooms emptying out?
	With the tethering stress of the breath in our lungs
	And the sounds of the women and the men
	And the endless undone-ness of everyone
	And this sense that nothing is over and nothing's begun yet.

	zuo ci : Thomas
	What will we do with all these words when we die?
	Will they spend like currency in our afterlife?
	Always waiting on a world that will never come
	Always standing in line
	Sinking feelings, inexplicably
	But always leaning towards some sort of light
	So where are we going
	And how does it feel where we are now
	With all our sentimental songs siphoning out?
	What will we do with all the time we' ll have once we die?
	Will we trade our memories,
	Change all the endings,
	Revise what was each other' s lives?
	I' ll haunt the house you dreamed about
	But you never saw the inside
	I' ll sing in your voice
	And you could sing in mine
	So where are we going
	And how does it feel where we are now
	With all our faculties like rooms emptying out?
	With the tethering stress of the breath in our lungs
	And the sounds of the women and the men
	And the endless undoneness of everyone
	And this sense that nothing is over and nothing' s begun yet.

	zuò cí : Thomas
	What will we do with all these words when we die?
	Will they spend like currency in our afterlife?
	Always waiting on a world that will never come
	Always standing in line
	Sinking feelings, inexplicably
	But always leaning towards some sort of light
	So where are we going
	And how does it feel where we are now
	With all our sentimental songs siphoning out?
	What will we do with all the time we' ll have once we die?
	Will we trade our memories,
	Change all the endings,
	Revise what was each other' s lives?
	I' ll haunt the house you dreamed about
	But you never saw the inside
	I' ll sing in your voice
	And you could sing in mine
	So where are we going
	And how does it feel where we are now
	With all our faculties like rooms emptying out?
	With the tethering stress of the breath in our lungs
	And the sounds of the women and the men
	And the endless undoneness of everyone
	And this sense that nothing is over and nothing' s begun yet.

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