go

at the end of my time, i don’t wanna go

i just wanna know where i’ll go, where it’ll be

i do believe, but i find it hard to believe

i trust a lot but it’s hard to trust hard facts

so am i being honest but being too sarcastic

i’m blowing through the trumpet 

no sound awaken prophets

down on the road, there’s a church waiting for me

not yet in hell but there’s a yell i’ve summed up for this

and it’s..

i don’t wanna go

i just wanna know, 

where i’ll go, 

where it’ll be

and if death shakes my hand

i won’t meet him at the end

he can pull my limbs apart

but i’ll stay alive not just in their hearts.

i don’t wanna go, don’t wanna grow old

what if no one cries and send some flowers

what if i hate their color and fabric patterns

at the end of my time, i don’t wanna go

i just wanna know where i’ll go, where it’ll be

i do believe, but i find it hard to believe

i trust a lot but it’s hard to trust hard facts

please, don’t let me go

i have more to call home

there’s darkness down the road

i just know… i just know