Plato (It's You and Me Alone)

What are we talking bout, when we talk about the soul?
First, I'm not saying that that's something to be solved
To be frank, it wasn't on my mind at all
I was minding my own business, this guy came along

Had a coffee and a smoke
We were standing by the road
The cars were barely back again, the ground tentative like dough
I mentioned a search, he overheard
He went, Well since we're getting metaphysical

The ego is the ego
A shell to survive
Ego is persona, but the soul's eternal, right?
It was never born
It will never die
My friend, the soul does not desire

So tell me, what does my soul look like?
Anything? Anything?
I could use some outside assistance to visualise the inside
See, I'm faded
Fading from and missing all the kids who raised me in a previous life

Dave - Tim - Shoup - Chris
Names - situations - places
Hightops in beds - bongos in basements
Mic drops from stage, going out blazing

If that was the real me, what's this shit?
Plagued by a sick, sick equation
What's the thing that stays, when everything else changes?
When you strip, strip, strip away the framework?

It's beyond words, I got no description
Wild goose chase, oh my goodness!
Screwed my neck, should've paid a different attention
Looking only in the back, forgetting front, right, left, and centre
And the gaps in the middle
I'll go anywhere that fits
Come to realise, I'm pretty hard to fake
I guess that's what I mean, when I talk about the soul

The last thirty bars
And the rest of the song

It's you and me alone, your hand is on my should
We're sitting in midair, vertical above the cars
I'm sure the moon is there, but our view is part obscured
You say something out loud, now we glance down at the floor

It's dark, it's melted, it has us by the ankles
You can't even see our feet no more
When we try to lift them it is heavy, it is slow
So we pull our chairs together, we got real close

Our night is young, the sky a cloak
The light so far, truth be told
My hands, empty, what'd I got to show?
But you have faith in me, and that's all it took

For the darkness to have melted, it's landed by our ankles
Our feet are in water and we're sitting on shore
When we try to lift them it is heavy it is slow
So we pull our chairs together