Channel Closed

where have our transmissions gone?
i've had much more time to spend.
and the promises i've kept,
will they matter when i'm dead?

and the manual's gone dim.
i can't recall what i have said.
the promise is true when i say to you
that i will be there in the end.

until i come to stay
unless i fade away
until the channels close again.

tell me promises.
i will believe sometime i cannot know.
and when i see the things you said
i will remember long ago.

and the manual's gone dim.
i can't recall what i have said.
the promise is true when i say to you
i know you'll be there in the end.

until i slip away.
until i'm there someday.
until the channels close again.

tell me i will have the joy
to balance out the sorrow. still,
i have never seen the end
and perhaps i never will.

'cause when the manual goes dim
we won't need it where we're at.
the promise is true when i will conclude
that we'll be laughing in the end.

and so i'll kneel to pray
and wait for judgment day
until i see your face again.