Tell me, can you see through the crowd, 

and all of the lights that paint their pretty faces?

Tell me, am I talking too loud,

Should we just listen to what the music's saying?


Call my name and I will stick around again...


Tell me where do we go when we die,

Up on the playground that the children left?

Your eyes were the color of the sky,

After it cries all the tears from its chest.