We didn't come this far
To be forgotten and discarded
All the seeds that we have planted will never see full bloom
We will incept ideas and we will grow our gardens
We live inside of all we leave behind
And all our love
And all our trust
Will be replaced
With fears and dust
We will chase death off
So that we never meet our maker
All the planes we made of paper will never take full flight
And all we'll ever know is the struggle to make the most
Of what we have before we go
And i don't want to let go
And all our love
And all our trust
Will be replaced
With fears and dust
And when they bury us
We will get the gold chariot?
Don't want to die with our name in the mud
Etch it in the stone above our heads
Hang me up with all the pictures on the wall
What will we be remembered for?
What kind of ghost will i become?