Moodsong: Bush - Out of this world

When we die we go into the arms of those that remember us
We are home now
out of our heads
out of our minds
our of this world
out of our time

Are you drowning or waving
I just want you to save me
Should we try to get along
Just try to got along
So we move
we change by the speed of the choices
that we make
and the barriers are all self-made
That's so retrograde
Are you drowning or waving
I just need you to save me
Should we try to get along
Try to get along

I am alive
I am awake to the trials and confusion we create
There are times when I feel we're about to break
When there's too much to say
We are home now out of our heads our of our minds
Out of this world out of this time
Out of this time
Out of this time