Don't bother paying me by the hour, I'll be here for the rest of my life When I die from my grave I'm growing flowers, an after death present for my wife Because I'm always thinking about her, even when I'm dead and gone So maybe if I scream a little louder my echo will go on and on My echo will go on and on and on
On and on Ya my echo will go on and on On and on Ya my echo will go on and on On and on.
I stay up just to make the time last, I haven't slept for days it brings me pain My eyes look like the bus maps of Belfast, red lines that go all over like the trains Because I'm always thinking about her, even when I'm dead and gone So maybe if I scream a little louder my echo will go on and on My echo will go on and on and on
On and on Yeah my echo will go on and on
Don't bother paying me by the hour, I'll be here for the rest of my life
