Текст: Bush. Golden State. Out Of This World.

when we die
we go into the arms of those
who remember us

we are home now
out of our heads
out of our minds
out of this world
out of this time

are you drowning or waving
just want you to save me
should we try to get along
just try to get along

so we move
we change by the speed of the choices
that we make
and the barriers are all self made
thats so retrograde

are you drowning or waving
just need you to save me
should we try to get along
just try to get along

i'm alive
i'm awake to the trials of confusion
we create
there are times i feel that we're about to break
but it's too much to say

we are home now
out of our heads
out of our minds
out of this world
we're out of this time