Love of mine, someday you will die.
But i'll be close behind.
I'll follow you into the dark.
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white.
Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark.
If heaven and hell decide.
That they both are satisfied.
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs.
If there's no one beside you, when your soul embarks.
Then i'll follow you into the dark.