Eat My Soul

AND THERE’S A TREMBLING IN YOUR VOICE THAT FEEDS

A DIFFERENT VIEWPOINT THAT WE’RE SEPERATE THINGS

THE LONELIEST PLACE YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE

IS THE BACKSEAT OF A VAN SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND

NOT IN FULL LIGHT..

WOULD YOU RATHER BE MY FRIEND OR NOTHING AT ALL AGAIN?

WOULD YOU RATHER STAY AT HOME WITH NOTHING ON AND EAT MY SOUL?

WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?

TO THE POINT WHERE MY BODY HATES THE EIGHT SONGS THAT MY THROAT REPEATS

TO THE POINT WHERE MY BODY BREAKS, KNEE DEEP IN DIRT – I STILL LOVE THE TUNE