follow the light,
it will lead you back home
how can i convince you,
that you're a ghost
(chorus)
lost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child.
out of this world.
longing to be, out of this world
death blooms, and blooms like a garden around you
turning the earth to bury your life
he turn out the lights, and its far too late,
to try and convince you, that you're a ghost
lost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child
out of this world.
longing to be, out of this world
death blooms, and blooms like a garden around you
turning the earth to bury your life
death blooms, and blooms like a garden around you
turning the earth to bury your life
tragedy, smothered by the life you chose to end
