When I Die - Beirut

When I die

I want to travel light

Arrange my limbs

So I catch the satellite

Don’t cry

I promise that I’ll get it right

I’ve been practicing my whole life

And I’m fine

I’ll become a different line

All this distance here, and the bending lights

In time, passing forces did collide

Into her arms I ride

And it was alright

Now, I feel light

Into the darkness I stare

What could I become

Now, I feel light

In the dark I stare

I feel lighter there