| Hope was closing with my eyes
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| Down the shallow grave I was lying
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| Then I heard someone say, «He'll be stuck here forever»
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| But I prayed it wasn’t forever
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| 'Cause you were leaning over me
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| Clutching memories of when I was alive
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| And then you breathed life into me one last time
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| But I prayed it wasn’t the last time
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| Because it would be so wonderful to see your starry eyes again
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| Give me more than the things that I’ve lived for
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| I’m only echoes of the man that I’m supposed to be
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| Because I want more of the things that I’d die for
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| I want to feel it in my soul
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| In my soul
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| Now that you’ve unburied me
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| Dust me off and carry me home
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| And I beg you sing life to me again
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| I promise this won’t happen again
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| Because it would be so wonderful to see your starry eyes again
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| Give me more than the things that I lived for
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| I’m only echoes of the man that I’m supposed to be
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| Because I want more of the things that I’d die for
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| I want to feel it in my soul
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| In my soul
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| It would be so wonderful to see your starry eyes again
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| Give me more than the things that I lived for
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| I’m only echoes of the man that I’m supposed to be
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| Because I want more of the things that I’d die for
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| I want to feel it in my soul
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| In my soul |