Afterlife. Oh my God, what an awful word
After all the breath and the dirt and the fires are burnt.
And after all this time, and after all the ambulances go
And after all the hangers-on are done hanging on in the dead lights
Of the afterglowI’ve gotta know… Can we work it out?
If we scream and shout ’till we work it out
Can we just work it out?
Scream and shout ’till we work it out
’till we work it out, ’till we work it out
’till we work it out, ’till we work it out
Afterlife. I think I saw what happens next
Oh, it was just a glimpse of you, like looking through a window
Or a shallow sea
Could you see me?
And after all this time
It’s like nothing else we used to know
And after all the hangers-on are done hanging on in the dead lights
Of the afterglow
I’ve gotta know…
Can we work it out?
If we scream and shout ’till we work it out
Can we just work it out?
Scream and shout ’till we work it out?
But you say “Oh, when love is gone
