Soul, cast me out
So I can feel it in another way
I won't talk about

Whoa, passenger's hide
If I can feed it for another day
It might run me dry


I know the seasons evolve to a freeze
Putting hearts in the balance here

It's up to your knees
And it's shifting degrees
And it's choking your atmosphere


Soul, wind me out
So I can feel it in another way

They won't talk about
Whoa, massacre sides
Distant figure in a photograph

Another eye

I know your reason is stout

And your freedoms dissolved in your passion dear
It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind
And it's poking your atmosphere

But should you find it obscene in that gray
All dramatic series young hearts say


Lord, if you've got loss
Come on, shout me out