Otherside

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

remember me

remember me

remember you

Baby, I'll be with you on the other side.