After I'm gone, your earth will be free to live out its miserable span of existence As one of my satellites And that's how it's going to be
When the call came down Well, my tears fell out under the midday sun And I just hope you felt no pain at all Dressed in your best One last deep breath As you turn towards the sun
I remember that Empty chapel and the sound of "Barbara Ann" It just goes to show, goes to show There's no sense at all In making plans 'cause God don't carе about our plans Yeah, in the end timе will find us all Dressed in our best One last deep breath As we turn towards the sun Towards the sun Towards the sun (Take it out, take it out, take it out) Towards the sun (Take it out, take it out, take it out)
Everything is exactly as it should be Exactly as it should be Everything is exactly as it should be Exactly as it should be Everything is exactly as it should be Exactly as it should be Everything is exactly as it should be
Yeah, I just hope you felt no pain at all No pain at all I just hope you felt no pain at all No pain at all As you turn towards the sun Towards the sun Towards the sun Towards the sun Towards the sun
Compositores: Pat Kirch, Kennedy Brock, John the Ghost, Jared Monaco & Garrett Nickelsen