• You couldn't know what would happen,
    but in your soul, you already know.

    You Love her,
    You Miss Her,
    You're holding by a thread,
    breaking another head,
    but in your soul, you already know.

    Here you stand,
    under the land,
    sunk in the sand,
    holding on by a strand,
    so close to her hand,
    but in your soul, you already know.

    You're so close to her,
    You would do anything to be near,
    just to see and hear,
    it is here, you see her,
    but in your soul, you already know.

    You see her pretty face,
    I see her scarred and brutalized,
    You hear her song,
    I hear the whispers of hoarse breath,
    You think you see her pretty eyes recognized,
    But in your soul, you already know.

    You wake from your trance,
    my gentle shake on your shoulder,
    you see her as I do, gone,
    and you cry on her shoulder.
    You call her name, and tell her yours.
    But in your soul, you already know.

    I give you a minute,
    and you ask "What do we do!?"
    "I don't know what to do!"
    "Tell me!"
    But in your soul, you already know.

    I give you the gun,
    your thread is her.
    I walk away,
    and you have to save her,
    there is no other way.

    I walk, and walk,
    and for a while, I do not talk.
    I let you cry to yourself,
    as you pull on the hammer,
    I can't keep to myself,
    as you come to me in a stagger,
    But in your soul, you already know.

    I'm your lifeline now
    and they'll reap
    what they've sown
    as we leap,
    they'll go down.
    And in your soul, you'll know.