Spirit Cold
How do I wake my spirit cold?
We always say when our history's told
If only we knew the things we know
There's a question ages old
Let me down easy, let me down slow
If all good things ever come and go
Let me back down in a place I know
Steady are the feet in the morning glow
Oh, this my blood, this my bone
Oh, this my mountain, this is my home
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
Let me down easy, let me down slow
If all good things ever come and go
Let me back down in a place I know
Steady are the feet in the morning glow
Oh, this my blood, this my bone
Oh, this my mountain, this is my home
How do I wake my spirit cold? (how do I wake my spirit cold)
Most people die but others just go (oh, they go, yeah)
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
Steady are the feet in the morning glow
Oh, this my blood, this my bone
Oh, this my mountain, this is my home
How do I wake my spirit cold?
There's a question ages old
We always say when our history's told
If only we knew the things we know
There's a question ages old
Let me down easy, let me down slow
If all good things ever come and go
Let me back down in a place I know
Steady are the feet in the morning glow
Oh, this my blood, this my bone
Oh, this my mountain, this is my home
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
Let me down easy, let me down slow
If all good things ever come and go
Let me back down in a place I know
Steady are the feet in the morning glow
Oh, this my blood, this my bone
Oh, this my mountain, this is my home
How do I wake my spirit cold? (how do I wake my spirit cold)
Most people die but others just go (oh, they go, yeah)
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
Steady are the feet in the morning glow
Oh, this my blood, this my bone
Oh, this my mountain, this is my home
How do I wake my spirit cold?
There's a question ages old
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Writer(s): Paul Wright, Tim Harrington
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