Upon my final revelation If I've lived too little to die I'll be riding someones suitcase To the afterlife Cause there's an ancient sold solution Just keep living for the second sky I would rather not take chances With my little time Lying in my bed The dream I had Of fireworks blowing out of my head See the warning sign I know this ship's going down And it's out of my, out of my hand It's such a sentimental conclusion Creation and the circle of life The children are the future And you've been left behind Lying in my bed The dream I had Of fireworks blowing out of my head See the warning sign I know this ship's going down And it's out of my, out of my hand