Bush

Out Of This World

 

When we die we go into the arms of those that remember us,
We are home now.
Out of our heads, out of our minds,
Out of this world, out of our time.
Are you drowning or waving,
I just want you to save me.
Should we try to get along, 
Just try to get along...
So we move...
We change by the speed of the choices
That we make.
And the barriers are all self-made...
That's so retrograde...
Are you drowning or waving,
I just want you to save me.
Should we try to get along,
Just try to get along...
I am alive.
I am awake to the trials and confusion we create.
There are times when I feel that we're about to break,
When there's too much to say...
We are home now.
Out of our heads, out of our minds,
Out of this world, out of this time.
Out of this time...
Out of this time...

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