The seasons used to crawl
Like tired children towards the fall
And days would last a lifetime to me then


And now they seem to sprint
Taking all my years with it
Waiting til I've got nothing to give

Well can I stay just a little bit longer?
So much more of the kingdom to conquer
Swear I'll make this day one for the books

Skin and bones, standing in your doorway
Preacher sings your name on Sunday
No one can outrun the Reaper's looks
And time is all he really took

You run this hollow ground
They lay their flowers all around
Humming lullabies like I'm asleep

'Cus no one really knows
Where all our empty bodies go
It doesn't hurt to pretend and to dream

Well can I stay just a little bit longer?
So much more of the kingdom to conquer
Swear I'll make this day one for the books

Skin and bones, standing in your doorway
Preacher sings your name on Sunday
No one can outrun the Reaper's looks
And time is all he really took

Can I stay just a little bit longer?

So much more of the kingdom to conquer

Can I stay just a little bit longer?
So much more of the kingdom to conquer
Swear I'll make this day one for the books

Skin and bones, standing in your doorway
Preacher sings your name on Sunday
No one can outrun the Reaper's looks
And time is all he really took