If only the Dead could talk for a while
After they die, before they disappear
Would you be pleased?
If only I could stand by your door
Staring at you in front of the porch
With nothing to fear
If only the Dead could talk for a while
After they die, before they disappear
Would you be pleased?
Satellites and stars
Would gather to play
And all the skies would be clear for one day
You would take my hand again
You would take my hand again
Again
If you had the strength when you wanted to run
I thought I heard you say you needed it done
Would you still be here
I came by your place like I did before
I knocked for hours
But no one opened the door
Did you leave me here
All the Good comes at a price
We always lose when we choose to play nice
Satellites and stars
Would gather to play
And all the skies would be clear for one day
You would take my hand again
You would take my hand again
Again
You would take my hand again
You would take my hand again
You would take my hand again
You would take my hand again