Текст песни: Money In the Afterlife + перевод

Will they spend like currency in our afterlife?

Always waiting on a world that will never come

Always standing in line

Sinking feelings, inexplicably

But always leaning towards some sort of light

So where are we going

And how does it feel where we are now

With all our sentimental songs siphoning out?

What will we do with all the time we’ll have once we die?

Will we trade our memories

Change all the endings

Revise what was each other’s lives?

I’ll haunt the house you dreamed about

But you never saw the inside

I’ll sing in your voice

And you could sing in mine

So where are we going

And how does it feel where we are now

With all our faculties like rooms emptying out?

With the tethering stress of the breath in our lungs

And the sounds of the women and the men

And the endless undone-ness of everyone

And this sense that nothing is over and nothing’s begun yet

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