They float the halls And the souls collect and meet me They sing my song tonight Augusta Vail How the mausoleum suits you And nobody sings like you own Is the higher plane temporary? Will we find our way out of mazes and paper bags? And the song will go When everyone I know is in a row I will turn to you That's when I'll turn to you and say I love you Is the higher plane temporary? Will we find our way out of mazes and paper bags? Is this your end or just the beginning And are you still wandering? She said the rust of lust Will never undo my sugared cage It's a fine thing to pass into nothing In the nothing you'll be fine And for the rest of us What little I know about history We shouldn't run, run, run We never come back again It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on, it's coming on Oh