Through The Holes In The Floor

The Rutabega

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So many things you can when they're gone
Hand me the rake while the coals are still warm
The things I've seen through the holes in the floor
Will steal the soul from us all

Now I wait for the heart of the storm
I'm not afraid just aware of this form
That I have shaped and disgraced and ignored
That will steal the soul from us all

I am sure
So be warned
They will steal the soul from us all
I am sure
So be warm

The vessel fails call me home let me know
If this dam erodes from the weight that it holds
I'm signing in because I know that the day is close
When they steal the soul from us all