When you're dead When your ghost leaves your head When your head leaves your body I'll be there I'll be lighter than air I'll be some how applauding Lately by your grave I sit and wait Waiting for that very special day That you pass away When you die When the spark leaves your eye When your eye leaves your socket I'll be there I'll be lighter than air Pulling pride from my pocket Creeping in the evening while you sleep Singing while you're breathing in the deep Hoping you decease Thomas Alva waiting For your expiration Your final resignation Thomas Alva waiting And while I wait I contemplate All the weeks and days all the time I've wasted Worryin When I could've been With my ele-friends Having all the greatest times Were I alive I wouldn't kill any more time I'd savor every single moment At least I'd try Thomas Alva waiting For your expiration Your final resignation Thomas Alva waiting Thomas Alva waiting For your expiration Your final resignation Thomas Alva waiting Thomas Alva waiting For your expiration Your final resignation Thomas Alva waiting