Stranger things have crept across this blank space
The way your body feels just like a suitcase
It isn’t hard to see your thirst to fill it up
And there’s a limit to the carbon in the coal shed
There’s a proverb that is reeling round in my head
Says never part with what you’re willing to give up
Save our little souls
You have made a brother of the cold
Keep your steady ears pinned to the walls
Save our little souls
You could stop the raucous if you wanted
You could find plan inside a matchstick
And watch it grow beyond the sum of all its parts
Save our little souls
You have made a brother of the cold
Keep your steady ears pinned to the walls
Save our little souls
Stranger things have crept across this blank space
The way your body feels just like a suitcase
It isn’t hard to see your thirst to fill it up