Maybe I'll be with you on the other side?
I know that you can hear me - my voice is rarely clear,
but I know that you can feel me - you feel warmth when I draw near
Silence all your senses
and you will hear my voice
follow me down the hedgerow path
but if you leave us early, that's your choice
Maybe I'll be with you on the other side
listen to my breath again, I know you've missed the rushing tide
can you feel my fingers on your wrist? I'm on your side
trapped behind sheetglass, wandering in a cloudy mirror (fog of your lungs make it clearer)
hear my dusty heartbeat
Baby, I'll be with you on the other side.