Something inside you Breaks a little bit when you turn away and in Down beneath the pieces You say you don’t feel a thing
It’s atrophy in motion The slowing down of necessary moving parts It wouldn’t be so tragic If it weren’t machinery of the heart
You’ve got so much soul You’ve got to get out and prove it to yourself Babe you’ve got so much soul You got so much soul
You’re doing a post mortem Of a future you still can have Heed your own warning Those tears in the night Won’t fall in the morning
You’ve got so much soul You’ve got to get out and prove it to yourself Babe you’ve got so much soul You got so much soul
Can you feel it yet? Like a longed for thaw Feel the blood rush back Feel the frost withdraw Vena cava, veins Broken valves and vows Feel the blood rush back Feel the blood rush out
You’ve got so much soul You’ve got to get out and prove it to yourself Babe you’ve got so much soul You got so much soul
