We can't take it anymore. We say it all the time. We can't take it anymore but we should've taken our time. . Where did our love. Where did our love. Where did our love.
So this is the day of the dead. St. Jude and the Lady of Guadalupe. The apples and oranges. And silver coins for ghosts to gamble with. . Marigolds and candles.
Waiting for the world to come home. Everybody's gone, I'm here all alone. Waiting for the world to come home. . Waiting for the world to come knocking on my door.