Taxi Cab

I wanna fall inside your ghost
And fill up every hole inside my mind
And I want everyone to know
That I am half a soul divided

Sometimes we will die
And sometimes we will fly away
Either way, you’re by my side
Until my dying days
And if I’m not there and I’m far away
I said, don’t be afraid
I said, don’t be afraid
We’re going home

I wanna strip myself of breath
A breathless piece of death I’ve made for you
A mortal rotting piece of song
Will help me carry on
But at least you heard

Sometimes we will die
And sometimes we will fly away
Either way, you’re by my side
Until my dying days
And if I’m not there and I’m far away
I said, don’t be afraid
I said, don’t be afraid
We’re going home

So the hearse ran out of gas, a passenger person grabbed a map
And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the past
And checked his watch and grabbed a cab, a beautifully plain taxi cab
The cab had a cleared out back and two men started to unpack
Driving once again, but now this time there were three men
And then I heard one of them say, “I know the night will turn to gray
I know the stars will start to fade when all the darkness fades away
We had to steal him from his fate so he could see another day.”
And then I cracked open my box, someone must have picked the lock
A little light revealed the spot where my fingernails had fought
Then I pushed it open more, pushing up against the door
Then I sat up off the floor and found the breath I was searching for
There they were, three men up front, all I saw were backs of heads
And then I asked, “I’m alive and well, or am I dreaming dead?”
Then one turned around to say, “We’re driving toward the morning, son
Where all your blood is washed away and all you did will be undone.”

I said, don’t be afraid
I said, don’t be afraid