Ghosts, they don't exist
Except in our imaginations, which aren't any less real
As the lives that we're making
And most people can't feel
A difference in our dreams and waking
So how can you tell if we're here or just faking ourselves out
Without you the world would probably keep on turning
For as many odd years, as the sun will keep burning
But when it does explode
We'll all be set free forever to the infinite night
To be part of the endless
You are a beam of light
You are a beam of light
You are a beam of light
You are an unwavering beam of light
You are a beam of light
You are a beam of light
You are a beam of light
You are an unwavering beam of light