Don't bother paying me by the hour
I'll be here for the rest of my life
When I die from my grave I'm growing flowers
an after death present for my wife
Because I'm always thinking about her
even when I'm dead and gone
So maybe if I scream a little louder
my echo will go on and on
My echo will go on and on and on

On and on
Ya my echo will go on and on
On and on
Ya my echo will go on and on
On and on

I stay up just to make the time last
I haven't slept for days it brings me pain
My eyes look like the bus maps of Belfast
red lines that go all over like the trains
Because I'm always thinking about her
even when I'm dead and gone
So maybe if I scream a little louder
my echo will go on and on
My echo will go on and on and on

On and on
Yeah my echo will go on and on

Don't bother paying me by the hour
I'll be here for the rest of my life