What if it's white lights as you wash ashore? Reunion with those who left before What if there's tranquility that we can't be shown? Do I have to die to ever really know? This has to be the start there's no way it all ends here Our lives seem so meaningful and there's no need to fear What comes after death So I'll sleep soundly thinking this is just the start While I discern the point at which I depart What if those who left are only gone from our minds But they're really living on in some other point in time What if a self observing system can't observe its own collapse? Can we truly comprehend death any more than our past? What if it just fades to black? What if when we're gone it's just dark? What if there's nothing? What if there's nothing?