Am I the last of your old life?
The radio ghost voice?
The semblance of fear left alone to rot then dig
In deeper underground and we're home again?

I could have been someone who forgives
But I'd rather be that hand growing up out of the grass
It was never about fear

Everyone wants to be here, but no one knows why
Everything leads back here, but no one knows why

I don’t want to be a part of this I don’t want to be a part of this
I don’t want to be a part of this I don’t want to be a part of this
I don’t want to be a part of this I don’t want to be a part of this
I don’t want to be a part of this I don’t want to be a part of this
I don’t want to be a part of this I don’t want to be a part of this
I don’t want to be a part of this I don’t want to be a part of this
I don’t want to be a part of this I don’t want to be a part of this
I don’t want to be a part of this I don’t want to be a part of this

We wanted this loop and we’ll live it out now for as long as we can
I don’t want to be a stranger in a strange land anymore
There’s nothing else to say
There’s nothing else to do
This is the part where we change or we fade or we dig even deeper down
I’ll see you in the next lif