Soul Meets Body (Rolling Stone Original)

Soul Meets Body - Death Cab For Cutie

Written by：Benjamin Gibbard/Christopher Walla

I want to live

Where soul meets body

And let the sun

Wrap it's arms around me and

Bathe my skin

In water cool and cleansing

And feel

Feel what it's like to be new

'Cause in my head

There's a greyhound station

Where I send my thoughts

To far off destinations

So they may have a chance

Of finding a place

Where they're

Far more suited than here

I cannot guess

What we'll discover

We turn the dirt

With our palms cupped like shovels

But I know our filthy hands

Can wash one another's

And not

One speck will remain

I do believe it's true

That there are roads left in both of our shoes

If the silence takes you

Then I hope it takes me too

So brown eyes I hold you near

'Cause you're the only song I want to hear

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body

Where soul meets body

Where soul meets body

And I do believe it's true

That there are roads left in both of our shoes

If the silence takes you

Then I hope it takes me too

So brown eyes I hold you near

'Cause you're the only song I want to hear

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere