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
Hold the nail for the hammer stroke
Oh this my trash this my tome
Oh this my blood this my bone
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
Hold that nail for the hammer stroke
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 are the feet in the morning glow
Oh this my trash this my tome
Oh this my weapon
This my loam
Oh this my mountain
This is my home
How do I wake my spirit cold
There's a question ages old
