This feeling creeps inside your bones
I'm holding onto the hope that soon you'll know
That if I'm gone you'll keep my soul
And know, and know, and know
That if you're not afraid to die then what's the point of life?
The most beautiful things are what I'll leave behind
When I, when I, when I
This feeling creeps inside your bones
I'm holding onto the hope that soon you'll know
That if I'm gone you'll keep my soul
And know, and know, and know
That if you're not afraid to die then what's the point of life?
The most beautiful things are what I'll leave behind
When I, when I die