Sometimes when I zone out at night
I forget you´re out of sight
Like living before you were gone
So I read up on the afterlife
I don´t believe in Jesus Christ

Just somewhere we can all belong

And days move slow
I´m living in the same black hole
But there´s flowers on your grave that grow
Somethings gotta change, I know

And I´m stuck somewhere in between
Your death and my lucid dream
I´m no help, lately I know
But I´m tired of trying to prove my worth
To be accepted on this earth
Baby, I´m ready to go

And days move slow
I´m living in the same black hole
But there´s flowers on your grave that grow
Somethings gotta change, I know

And days move slow
I´m living in the same black hole
But there´s flowers on your grave that grow
Somethings gotta change, I know