Old Soul

It's not that hard
To build a facade
On a red-brick building
The insides still resemble what I know

You'll find my old soul
Under the foundations
The loss of a nation

If the flood reached this town
We'd just build a boat
And bring the older soul afloat
Make good from bad
The times we've had

You'll find three of me
Scattered across the city
The then, the now, the after this
And things can't always be like this
No, things can't always be like this

What if my skin just acts as a facade?
A barrier to what's within
What if these brick walls
Are hiding the long halls
And everything in sight inside?

You'd drop dead if you saw it
Oh, I implore that you don't take a visit
You'd drop dead if you saw it
Yeah, I implore that you don't take a visit
'Cause you'd drop dead if you saw it

Oh, it's not that hard
To build a facade
On a red-brick building
Those foundations hold what I knew
If I could, I'd look after you