Spirit Cold

How do I wake my spirit cold?

We always say when our history's told

If only we knew the things we'd 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

Hold the nail 'fore the hammers show

Oh, this my trash

This my tone

Oh, this my blood

This my bone

How do I let my dreams do more?

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 know

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

Hold the nail 'fore the hammers show

Oh, this my weapon

This my loam

Oh, this my blood

This my bone

How do I wake my spirit cold?

Most people die but others just go

She's still out there and the chasm grows

Steady on her feet in the morning glow

Oh, this my trash

This my tone

Oh, this my weapon

This my loam

Oh, this my blood too

This is my home

How do I wake my spirit cold?

There's a question ages old