Are you still okay, can’t escape the thought that there’s nothing after we fade
In the traffic you stay, with your drink cooling down
Does your mind drift up into space, as an old man who’s sick
She’s a-botherin’ and livin’ and her pressure outweighs pain
Oh, also say
We are to finish line, nothing can at all
the love, adjusting every stone
But we fall, we on, my hand let’s all
you
a finish line, where nothing can all
we on, the and adjusting every fall
we fall, carry on, so take my let’s not all
But we fall, we just on, take my let’s
we we just on, take my let’s not it