We built our home out on the slopes. Pompeii beneath, she lay above. How she haunted our home. How she haunted our home. . You were a god in my eyes. Above the clouds, above the skies.
Brother do you believe in an afterlife?. Our souls will both collide. Some great Elysium. Way up in the sky. . Free from our shackles, our chains, our mouths, our brains.