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Third Eye Blind - Wake For Young Souls lyrics
The day I found my soul, I felt it
Die inside of me, yeah.
So I turn to you; life is
Like that, you know.
I have your face
In a photo in high school,
When you were alive,
But that's all I have.
And I can't remember
Who I was myself, then.
And it doesn't help;
Still I look to you as a friend
To tell me:
Who we are now, who we are.
It's who we are now, who we are.
Where does time go now,
On a wake for young souls?
You tell me,
Who we are now, who we are.
Where does time go now,
On a wake for young souls?
Like a lullaby, you sing:
Oh, ooo. Oh, ooo. Oh, ooo, ooo.
Well, the wind that blows...
It's blowing colder.
And the child that grows...
She's growing older.
And the friends we've known,
They'll turn a shoulder.
The friends we know,
They're growing colder, so...
It's who we are now, who we are.
It's who we are now, who we are.
Where does time go now,
On a wake for young souls?
You tell me,
Who we are now, who we are.
It's who we are now, who we are.
Woah, woah,
On a wake for young souls.
Where's my soul? Where's my soul? Where's my soul?Third Eye Blind - Wake For Young Souls - http://motolyrics.com/third-eye-blind/wake-for-young-souls-lyrics.html
Where's my soul?
Where's my soul?
Cycle of the moon brings blood to the woman,
And the blood of the woman brings birth of a child;
Child grow up, he forget himself and
Birth of a child comes someplace wild.
Even grey days beat the shade to wean,
Unbodied, unsouled, unheard, unseen.
Let the gift be grown in the time to call our own;
Let the gift be sewn, for the window's closing.
Truth is natural like the wind that blows;
Follow it's direction, no matter where it goes.
So it shall be: the earth, and the sea.
Let the truth blow like a hurricane through me.
Oh, oo. Oh, oo. Oh, oo, ooo.
If I've been cold,
If I've spoken in anger
To have been bold,
Forgive me. You know, I
Don't see your mother,
Not like before,
Though she hasn't forgotten...
She doesn't like to be reminded anymore.
And Annie got married it:
It didn't come with out tears.
Like the day you died:
I have nothing for these years, so,
It's who we are now, who we are.
It's who we are now, who we are.
Where does time go now
On a wake for young souls, now?
It's who we are now, who we are.
It's who we are now, who we are.
Woah, woah,
On a wake for young souls.
Other things, you know, are gonna
Fall away from me
Like a grain of sand
Slips through a good friend's hand.