Maybe in another life
I could find you there
Pulled away before your time
I can't deal, it's so unfair

And it feels, and it feels like
Heaven is so far away
And it feels, yeah, it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away

Leavin' flowers on your grave
To show that I still care
Black roses and "Hail Mary's"
Can't bring back what's taken from me

I reach to the sky and call out your name
And if I could trade, I would

And it feels, and it feels like
Heaven is so far away
And it stings, yeah, it stings, now
The world is so cold
Now that you've gone away
Gone away, gone away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ooh
Yeah ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, oh yeah

I'll save your soul, woah
Yeah, yeah, ooh

I reach to the sky and call out your name
Oh, please let me trade, I would

And it feels, and it feels like
Heaven is so far away
And it feels, yeah, it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away

Gone away, gone away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ooh
Yeah ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, oh yeah
Yeah ooh, yeah ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, oh yeah

Bass by Ian Hornbeck. Produced by Don Gilmore. Executive producer: Jeff Blue. Recorded at NRG Recordings, North Hollywood, CA. Engineered by Don Gilmore. Additional engineering and Pro Tools by John Ewing Jr. Assistant Pro Tools: Mike Shinoda. Assistant engineer: Matt Griffin. Mixed at Soundtrack, NYC. Engineer: Steve Sisco. Mixed by Andy Wallace. Mastered by Brian 'Big Bass' Gardner at Bernie Grundman Mastering. Digital Editing: Brian 'Big Bass' Gardner.