Tekster: Bush. Other. Out Of This World.

when we die
we go into the arms of those who remember us

we are home now
out of our heads
out of our minds
out of this world
out of this time

are you drowning or waving?
i just want you to save me
should we try to get along?
just try to get along

so we move
we change by the speed of the choices that we made
and the barrier of ourself made (??)
that's so retrograde

are you drowning or waving?
i just need you to save me
should we try to get along?
just try to get along

i am alive
i'm gonna wait 'til the trials of confusion create
there are times when i feel the way we're about to break
when there's too much to say

we are home now
out of our heads
out of our minds
out of this world
out of this time