I wanna fall inside your ghost And fill up every hole inside my mind And I want everyone to know That I am half a soul divided Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away Either way, you're by my side until my dying days And if I'm not there and I'm far away I said, don't be afraid I said, don't be afraid We're going home I wanna strip myself of breath A breathless piece of death I've made for you A mortal rotting piece of song Will help me carry on But this you heard Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away Either way, you're by my side until my dying days And if I'm not there and I'm far away I said, don't be afraid I said, don't be afraid We're going home So the hearse ran out of gas, a passenger person grabbed a map And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the past And checked his watch and grabbed a cab, a beautifully plain taxi cab The cab had a cleared out back and two men started to unpack Driving once again, but now this time there were three men And then I heard one of them say, "I know the night will turn to gray I know the stars will start to fade when all the darkness fades away We had to steal him from his fate so he could see another day." Then I cracked open my box, someone must have picked the lock A little light revealed the spot, where my fingernails had fought Then I pushed it open more, pushing up against the door Then I sat up off the floor, and found the breath I was searching for There they were, three men up front, all I saw were backs of heads And then I asked, "I'm alive and well or am I dreaming dead?" And then one turned around to say, "We're driving toward the morning, son Where all your blood is washed away and all you did will be undone." And I said, don't be afraid And I said, don't be afraid