Song | Soul Meets Body (Live At The Mt. Baker Theatre) |
Artist | Death Cab for Cutie |
Album | Stay Young, Go Dancing |
Death Cab for Cutie - Soul Meets Body (Live at the Mt. Baker Theatre) | |
Soul Meets Body" | |
I want to live where soul meets body | |
And let the sun wrap its arms around me | |
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing | |
And feel, feel what its 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 | |
And I cannot guess what we'll discover | |
When 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 | |
And I do believe it’s true | |
That there are roads left in both of our shoes | |
But 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 | |
But 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 |
Death Cab for Cutie Soul Meets Body Live at the Mt. Baker Theatre | |
Soul Meets Body" | |
I want to live where soul meets body | |
And let the sun wrap its arms around me | |
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing | |
And feel, feel what its 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 | |
And I cannot guess what we' ll discover | |
When 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 | |
And I do believe it' s true | |
That there are roads left in both of our shoes | |
But 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 | |
But 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 |