Does anyone have a light? 'Cause I'm trying hard to see I know when I'm done with my past But when is it done with me? Coming down from the clouds Silent machine memory But if we can't forget How can we be free? Always there Station Choose again Station What happens when we die? I don't know but I think they know Some say we go up to the sky Some say way down low I think our thoughts scatter Ones who love hold the flame Our actions live in antimatter The cycle starts again