Soul

My mind spilling words Till my heart brims over It hurts and it spills, it hurts and it spills Till embraced by the paper When my wheels are in motion My window's a changing picture Factory, tree, factory, tree Factory, people, people and me And the factory, and the factory And the tree and me And the people And the tree, and me A heart, heart may be given, given And ripped, ripped to pieces But a soul burns on Like a torch in the night Like a torch in the night A heart, heart may be given, given And ripped, ripped to pieces But a soul burns on Like a torch in the night Like a torch in the night Our faces captured by shining screens Captured and held until further notice Unless we don't notice that time flies us by Riding on the winds of our forgetfulness 'Ness, 'ness, 'ness, 'ness, 'ness, 'ness 'Ness, 'ness, 'ness, 'ness, 'ness, 'ness, 'ness Love may be captured by a two, three, four, many Or love may be captured by a one Love may be captured by a two, three, four, many Or love may be captured by a one, a one and only A heart, heart may be given, given And ripped, ripped to pieces But a soul burns on Like a torch in the night Like a torch in the night A heart, heart may be given, given And ripped, ripped to pieces But a soul burns on Like a torch in the night Like a torch in the night