Afterlife.

Rain taps the glass like a ghost in the room.
The flowers are wilting, they're meeting their doom.
Your breath is heavy, your shadow is your twin.
Every road out feels like a road in.

Can you hear my voice, a rush in the dark?
Soft like a flame, a tiny spark.
I'm waiting for you, I'm just up ahead.
Where the light won't fade and nothing is dead.
All the lost faces, they are here.
They're alive in the afterlife.
In the afterlife.

The trees stand bare like skеletons in line.
The clock keeps ticking and stеals all your time.
You sink in the silence, a ship with no sail.
But then a whisper cuts through you like a trail (Like a trail).

Can you hear my voice, a rush in the dark?
Soft like a flame, a tiny spark.
I'm waiting for you, I'm just up ahead.
Where the light won't fade and nothing is dead.
All the lost faces, they are here.
They're alive in the afterlife.
In the afterlife.

Can you hear my voice, a rush in the dark?
Soft like a flame, a tiny spark.
I'm waiting for you, I'm just up ahead.
Where the light won't fade and nothing is dead.
All the lost faces, they are here.
They're alive in the afterlife.
In the afterlife.

All the lost faces, they are here.
They're alive in the afterlife.
In the afterlife...