Casanova, You'll Die Again And Again

You can call, I'm back from the dead All along I floated alone Am I the walls holding your room I don't believe in god I'm all on my own You can call and I'll be a friend We can share it all and vent about the end Of us all and our children When we all implode I'll walk you home we'll waltz through the waves We'll talk about my rise from the grave And when we return you'll say"My friend Casanova, you'll die again and again!"