Soul Rondeau Lyrics

If your house caught on fire

Would you not do everything you could

To save some scrap of hope

That you could lay your head down on

And, even if it burnt the flesh from your bone

You'd be proud of the scar your got for your home

And, even if, in the end, you found you were alone

Tell me how you could regret fighting for the one thing you will ever own

If your boat went under

Would you not grab onto something

To float in the sea

So you survive and make it to shore

And, that's just it, isn't it

If you could see things for what they are

I believe you would be amazed

At the monumental mess you've made

But, that's just it, isn't it

You really have been half dead

'Cause your spirit's eyes are closed

And you're walking on clumsy legs