follow the light, 

it will lead you back home 

how can i convince you, 

that you're a ghost 



(chorus) 

lost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child. 

out of this world. 

longing to be, out of this world 



death blooms, and blooms like a garden around you 

turning the earth to bury your life 



he turn out the lights, and its far too late, 

to try and convince you, that you're a ghost 



lost in this world, a shadow on the face of a dead child 

out of this world. 

longing to be, out of this world 



death blooms, and blooms like a garden around you 

turning the earth to bury your life 

death blooms, and blooms like a garden around you 

turning the earth to bury your life 



tragedy, smothered by the life you chose to end