Song | My Soul |
Artist | Emma Shapplin |
Album | Macadam Flower |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
My soul I drowned. | |
Thy tears to taste. | |
Their lapping sound. | |
My mounts now raste... | |
My soul I drowned. | |
Thy tears to taste. | |
Their lapping sound. | |
My mounts now raste... | |
Trusting... | |
Your heart to other lights... | |
But you're trying... | |
But you're trying... | |
If you want to run... | |
That's alright with me. | |
Your mettle made us yield... | |
Mine will set you free... | |
If you want to run. | |
Don't look back baby. | |
Ô you want to run away... | |
I'll survive, I'll be fine... | |
My soul I fold... | |
To thy evil eyes... | |
Thy lies to hold. | |
My mounts now ride. | |
My soul's bereft... | |
(trusting). | |
Of thy body's depth... It's... | |
(your heart to other lights) | |
Just your point of view... | |
(But you're trying...) | |
But you're trying... | |
If you want to run... | |
That's alright with me. | |
Your mettle made us yield... | |
Mine will set you free... | |
If you want to run. | |
Don't look back baby. | |
Ô you want to run away... | |
I'll survive, I'll be fine... | |
If you want to run... | |
That's alright with me. | |
Your mettle made us yield... | |
Mine will set you free... | |
If you want to run. | |
Don't look back baby. | |
Ô you want to run away... | |
I'll survive, I'll be fine... | |
My soul I drowned. | |
Thy tears to taste. | |
Their lapping sound. | |
My mounts now raste... |
My soul I drowned. | |
Thy tears to taste. | |
Their lapping sound. | |
My mounts now raste... | |
My soul I drowned. | |
Thy tears to taste. | |
Their lapping sound. | |
My mounts now raste... | |
Trusting... | |
Your heart to other lights... | |
But you' re trying... | |
But you' re trying... | |
If you want to run... | |
That' s alright with me. | |
Your mettle made us yield... | |
Mine will set you free... | |
If you want to run. | |
Don' t look back baby. | |
you want to run away... | |
I' ll survive, I' ll be fine... | |
My soul I fold... | |
To thy evil eyes... | |
Thy lies to hold. | |
My mounts now ride. | |
My soul' s bereft... | |
trusting. | |
Of thy body' s depth... It' s... | |
your heart to other lights | |
Just your point of view... | |
But you' re trying... | |
But you' re trying... | |
If you want to run... | |
That' s alright with me. | |
Your mettle made us yield... | |
Mine will set you free... | |
If you want to run. | |
Don' t look back baby. | |
you want to run away... | |
I' ll survive, I' ll be fine... | |
If you want to run... | |
That' s alright with me. | |
Your mettle made us yield... | |
Mine will set you free... | |
If you want to run. | |
Don' t look back baby. | |
you want to run away... | |
I' ll survive, I' ll be fine... | |
My soul I drowned. | |
Thy tears to taste. | |
Their lapping sound. | |
My mounts now raste... |
My soul I drowned. | |
Thy tears to taste. | |
Their lapping sound. | |
My mounts now raste... | |
My soul I drowned. | |
Thy tears to taste. | |
Their lapping sound. | |
My mounts now raste... | |
Trusting... | |
Your heart to other lights... | |
But you' re trying... | |
But you' re trying... | |
If you want to run... | |
That' s alright with me. | |
Your mettle made us yield... | |
Mine will set you free... | |
If you want to run. | |
Don' t look back baby. | |
you want to run away... | |
I' ll survive, I' ll be fine... | |
My soul I fold... | |
To thy evil eyes... | |
Thy lies to hold. | |
My mounts now ride. | |
My soul' s bereft... | |
trusting. | |
Of thy body' s depth... It' s... | |
your heart to other lights | |
Just your point of view... | |
But you' re trying... | |
But you' re trying... | |
If you want to run... | |
That' s alright with me. | |
Your mettle made us yield... | |
Mine will set you free... | |
If you want to run. | |
Don' t look back baby. | |
you want to run away... | |
I' ll survive, I' ll be fine... | |
If you want to run... | |
That' s alright with me. | |
Your mettle made us yield... | |
Mine will set you free... | |
If you want to run. | |
Don' t look back baby. | |
you want to run away... | |
I' ll survive, I' ll be fine... | |
My soul I drowned. | |
Thy tears to taste. | |
Their lapping sound. | |
My mounts now raste... |