Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways

Vanish with no guile
And I will not pay
But the soul can wait

The soul can wait
It's still pretty
What with all these weeks

We¢?Tll be fine
We¢?Tll be fine
But if it¢?Ts still pretty

What with all these weeks
Will we find love
And supervise

Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways

And you vanish with no guile
And I will not pay
But the soul can wait

I felt you so much today
Oh no, you try
You fly straight into my heart

You fly straight into my heart
Girl, I know you try
You fly straight into my heart

You fly straight into my heart
But here comes the fall
So much for me believing that sorrow

So much for dreams we see but never care to know
Your heart makes me feel
Your heart makes me moan

For always and ever
I'll never let go
Always concealed

Safe and inside, alive
Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take

Three stowaways
In a passion it broke
I pull the black from the gray

But the soul can wait
I felt you so much today