The Other Side

Shooting star, could you be a message? I can see the spirits start to rise Trail of sparkle in the dead of night From afar, from the other side. Fading laughter in the ever after I remember when the time ran out Night was falling, shadows were crawling You were calling from the other side. I still wear the symbol of our memory Weaved in gold, in a painted braid Round my finger, never ending circle Like your memory, from the other side. From the other side From the other side From the other side From the other side From the other side From the other side