Silver Soul

We gather medicine for heartache

So we can act a fool

It's incomplete without you

The silver soul is running through

It's a vision, complete illusion, yeahhh

The needle along the spinning wheel

Collecting silver coil

It gathers heat without you,

Whether or not you're turned from it

It's a quick turn

To let it figure out

It is happening again

It is happening again

It is happening again

It is happening again

The bodies lying in the sand,

They're moving in the dark

It is so quick to let us,

We feel it move through our skin

It's a sickness, a manic weakness, yeahhh

It is happening again...