Текст песни Decompress

Below the cold and emptiness Emptiness No space to run decompress Decompress Back here again Back here again Memories and trends Tying the loose ends up Tomorrow See what tomorrow has to give Maybe the Sun will shine Through the clouds and morning rain Tomorrow See what tomorrow has to bring Tomorrow Before we lose our minds The sound of calling from our beds From our beds A choir of angels serenade the dead The dead Spirits floating, once ashes and dust I hear them calling, calling me up Calling me up Tomorrow See what tomorrow has to give Before we lose our minds