| Talking to a girl, crying down the phone
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| Now listen to me and try and catch your breath
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| She said do you see the fear when you look in my eyes
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| I’d really like to know what happens when we die
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| Loving couples together for years
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| Torn apart by their grieving
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| We can hardly cope with this level of emotion
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| Two people cannot mourn for years
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| A doctor from the north, a friend of the family
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| Is comforting your mother, drinking in the front room
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| I couldn’t make the funeral, I know it really hurt you
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| Right now it just seems to me everybody’s dying
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| (When we die, When we die, When we die, When we die…)
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| When I remember your father as a ghost
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| Not an old man diagnosed with cancer
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| Ten weeks later, lying in a hospice bed
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| Surrounded by loved ones, learning how to die
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| Talking to a stone, wailing at a grave
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| Maybe when a year has past, go and see a medium
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| Bury him with children, blame a suicide
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| I’d really like to know what happens when we die
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| Will the dead outnumber the living?
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| The silent majority, spare parts for surgery
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| We’re not bespoke, we’re not best fitted
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| I’d really like to know what happens when we die
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| When we die, When we die, When we die, I still miss you
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| I know I really miss you |