Songtext von Shout Me Out

Soul, cast me out So I can feel it in another way I won't talk about Whoa, passenger's hide If I can feed it for another day It might run me dry I know the seasons evolve to a freeze Putting hearts in the balance here It's up to your knees And it's shifting degrees And it's choking your atmosphere Soul, wind me out So I can feel it in another way They won't talk about Whoa, massacre sides Distant figure in a photograph Another eye I know your reason is stout And your freedoms dissolved in your passion dear It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind And it's poking your atmosphere But should you find it obscene in that gray All dramatic series young hearts say Lord, if you've got loss Come on, shout me out