CONVERSING WITH THE DEAD
Conversing with the dead
Conversing with the dead
I want to talk to the living
But I'm conversing with the dead
They're still breathing
their lips are moving
They're not blind , but they don't see
They're not dead, but they don't hear me
Hello, how are you?
Hello, how are you?
This doesn't look like a seance
They don't look like zombies
I didn't think this was a cemetery
I didn't read about our funeral
I knew this was the basement
They didn't say it was the morgue
I want to talk to the living
But I'm conversing with the dead...
As we are playing, the music's changing
Are you still listening, can you still hear?
Here we are praying = what are we saying?
Are you still listening = are you still here?
I hear you breathing, your lips are moving
Hmm...perfectly clear
They think they're living, I think they're dying
What are they doing; why are they here?
As we are playing, the music's changing
Are you still listening, can you still hear?
Here we are praying, what are we saying?...
The paper's full of obituaries
The room's full of caskets
They're all waiting for the pallbearers
But nobody's left...
Conversing with the dead
Conversing with the dead
I want to talk to the living
Where are you?
Is there anyone alive?
I just want to talk to someone who's still breathing
Someone who's still conscious
Is there anybody there?
...Never mind
It wasn't important anyway...
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