Raising the Dead

Is that you? Just around the corner Watching me falter with every step I take And then when I finally reach you, you're a vapor a ghost, An apparition, a broken promise When I needed you most But you you're consumed by your thoughts on forever and what it means to you What you think it ought to mean to me And I know it bums you out when you're fretting about my soul But does it really bother you that long? Does it really bother you that long? Is that you? But only in a letter And only to remind me of what I'm doing wrong But you, you've still got all your shit You haven't sold it all A Pharisee in a modern day When are you gonna sell it all? But you you're consumed by your thoughts on forever and what it means to you What you think it ought to mean to me And I know it bums you out when you're fretting about my soul But does it really bother you that long? Does it really bother you that long? I suppose that love is more I suppose that love is more than raising the dead Raising the dead I believe that love is more than raising the dead He's raising the dead, but only some of the dead I believe that love is more