Well I guess that I'd died with my friends at my side
Puzzled young faces just slipped away slowly
I thought of the times I was drunk on the railway
Lamented the time I was smashed in the square
So around I did wander for to find my way home
On feel made of nothing it's harder to roam
I trooped up the coastline
A walk on the moor
Saw no big wide river
No glorious faraway shore
Every now and again
I go into town just to see my old friends
It's such an odd feeling
Their eyes burn like embers
Their minds are these forests
Where thoughts fall as timber
Before I'm dragged away
Every now and again
Now I have no form I could climb in her spine
Her blood is like wine to a ghost drunk on sadness
And time moves on slowly
In time I'll forgive her
Because when she holds hands with him
I know she's thinking of me
Every now and again
I like to imagine and I like to pretend
It's a glorious feeling
I'll be remembered
For all my good deeds
These eighteen Decembers
Before I'm dragged away
Every now and again
Outside of the book there is no resurrection
The valley below threatens me with a home
Heaven above has no map or direction
Whenever you can cast a glance
to the shadows for me
Yes I'll try without end
To seek others like me whom I might befriend
It drives like a madness
There's no way to reach them
You catch just a glimpse
But you never can touch them
Before you're dragged away
Every now and again