All This Time Running

Can a song start out with a question? Like if the head's a lamp, is the heart a compass? Does the soul swallow? Do the ghosts spit down from heaven where the angels live? The whole time that I've been running It was never away, was always coming back to you, coming back to you Who sees the soul? Does it have hands and fingers And does the soul stretch, crack under the weight of all the missed lines Wonderings, hesitations All I know is that I'm done with waiting I needed you to know how there was nevеr any doubt The head's a lamp, the hеart's a compass The whole time that I've been running It was never away, was always coming back to you, coming back to you The whole time that I've been running It was never away, was always coming back to you, coming back to you Glory and wonder all fills the head Is it fucking fighting, is it all there is? All the missed lines, wondering hesitations All I know is that I'm done with waiting I needed you to know how there was never any doubt (how if) The head's a lamp, the heart's a compass The head's a lamp, the heart's a compass The whole time that I've been running It was never away, was always coming back to you, coming back to you The whole time that I've been running It was never away, was always coming back to you, coming back to you Oh, there was never any doubt The head's a lamp, the heart's a compass The head's a lamp, the heart's a compass