We're getting there, aren't we?

When the world goes awayAnd it leaves us hereAnd from nowhere it comes backAnd we disappear Like nothing ever happenedAnd no one ever noticed'Til we came back as ghostsWith invisible fears We're almost cured of sadnessWe're almost curedWe're almost cured of sadnessWe're almost cured When the world's almost hereAnd it won't go awayWhen you're dying for some peaceFrom another day And you just can't stop complainingAbout everything you feelLike a stupid little ghostThat wouldn't disappear We're almost cured of sadnessWe're almost curedWe're almost cured of sadnessWe're almost cured