Poor Souls
We're safe in our homes
In our locked and separate ways
We save till our palms our cash above our grave
We save till our homes burst apart across the seams
We save till our hearts are all gone and now we're free
We're finally free
We sail to our hopes and tie to our dreams
We bow to our hearts and laugh at our pain
We hold our heads high above raising waves
I hold your hand tight the fade away
We all just fade away
Our hands are cold
But our hearts will burn forever