When I Die

When I die I want to travel light Or rinse my hands So I catch the satellite Don't cry I promise that I'll get it right I've been practicing my whole life When I'm fine I become a different man All these distances and abandoned light In time, passing forces did collide Into her arms of rot And it was alright Now, I feel right What would death steal that could harm me? Now I feel right In the darkest lair I feel right again --- When I Die - Beirut