29 April, 2010

I was sitting in the garden
And the air was pretty chilly
I was feeling the cold wind upon my face
And as you sat beside me, as you started crying
I asked you what was wrong about this place

And you said 'It's nice, but the truth is
One day I will grow old
And when that day finally comes
What will happen to my soul?'

'I can't breathe
These anxieties
Have got me around the throat
And I can't sleep
When I'm thinking of this
But I still can't let it go'

We were sitting on the pavement
Throwing leaves into the gutter
And I didn't know what to say
So you wrapped yourself around me, put your head upon my shoulder
And in your arms I stayed

And the truth is
One day we will grow old
And when that day finally comes
What will happen to our souls?

I can't breathe
These anxieties
have got me in a choke
And I wish away these fears
But they have started to take hold

And tonight we'll sit in silence
As we pray for peace
And tonight I'll hold you close
I'll try to keep you safe from the beast
Of time

But the truth is
One day you will grow old
And when that day finally comes
What will happen to your soul?

I can't breathe
These anxieties have got me around the throat
And I wish away these fears
But they will not let me go
Oh what will happen to my soul?

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