They float the halls
And the souls collect and meet me
They sing my song tonight
Augusta Vail
How the mausoleum suits you
And nobody sings like you own
Is the higher plane temporary?
Will we find our way out of mazes and paper bags?
And the song will go
When everyone I know is in a row
I will turn to you
That's when I'll turn to you and say I love you
Is the higher plane temporary?
Will we find our way out of mazes and paper bags?
Is this your end or just the beginning
And are you still wandering?
She said the rust of lust
Will never undo my sugared cage
It's a fine thing to pass into nothing
In the nothing you'll be fine
And for the rest of us
What little I know about history
We shouldn't run, run, run
We never come back again
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on
Oh
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