Apparently I'm on my deathbed
With my soul slipping away
Looking back on my life
Wishing I could start all over again
Would I make the same choices
Would I make the same mistakes
Would I still choose to live here
Would I still be loving you until the end
Ooh, waking up again
Ooh, I hear voices saying: We are your friends
We'll send you back to a time in your life
You did not seem to appreciate then
Though the setup has somewhat been altered
And it will only last for a day
I said I don't I get to chose this myself?
If not, what kind of heaven is this?
They said this is not heaven nor hell, and by the way
God did never exist
As I open my eyes
The place looks familiar
I see paintings on the walls
That I've painted myself
Though I don't know when
I look in a mirror
Reflecting the room behind me
But the place where I'd normally be
Just a dark silhouette
A black empty space
Oh oh, oh oh
What is a life?
What is a life?
Oh oh, oh oh
It was made for the living, right?
Please tell me I've been living it, haven't I?
I see my family having breakfast in the kitchen
I hear my wife telling the kids to hurry up
Saying we can't be late for your daddy's funeral
It feels nice and familiar, except the last part
Oh oh, oh oh
Waking up again
Oh oh, oh oh
Next to you my friend
Dream awake, dream repeat, with no particular cause
Reincarnated the same as I ever was