Spirit Cold

Spirit Cold - Tall Heights

Written by：Tall Heights

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