You stare into the distance when you talk, there’s nobody there.
You move like scattered whispers when you walk, then you disappear.
Is your soul there, is it somewhere?
Is your soul there, is it somewhere?
Pictures of a past you had untold, lest we forget.
Memories of a tragedy unfold, a life of regret.
Is your soul there, is it somewhere?
Is your soul there, is it somewhere?
I’ve seen your letters, I know your story was lost.
But I know what matters, the soul.
You stare into the distance when you walk, there’s nobody there.
Is your soul there, is it somewhere?
Is your soul there, is it somewhere?
Is your soul there, is it somewhere?
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