The Funeral Portrait - To Whom It May Concern lyrics

I press on with the hope that I died in the name of science, and yet it's so surreal Open fire, restless ocean Let me transmit thoughts through you She longs for a second set of hands playing along at her grand piano I'd give her mine if it weren't for the distance between her and I Well I never had a way with words You always knew just what to say I cannot breathe, so could we step outside? ‘Cause I can't trust myself Hand to God, I am one with the sun Please forgive me When you hear this in a few more centuries, will you still be there waiting for me? This won't be the end of us, I swear I could never stay as calm as you do