Speed of Soul

Death is not the greatest loss The greatest loss is what dies inside us, while we're still alive You didn't even take time to notice the distinct lack of colour Lives lost to the plague and this rat race And the only difference Between yourself and the crazy man who stalks main street And you found yourself And dead stones And your heart And dead stones And your heart In this pit of souls It's like a dead bird The victim of a hit and run In this pit of souls It's like a dead bird The victim of a hit and run Left on the roadside to rotten be Reclaimed by the concrete and the soil Can't you see? Death is not the greatest loss The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we're still alive You didn't even take time to notice the distinct lack of colour Lives lost to the plague and this rat race And the only difference Between yourself and the crazy man Who stalks main street He found himself on a park bench And you found yourself At the bottom of a prescription bottle The victim of a hit and run In this pit of souls It's like a dead bird And your heart And stones And your heart In this pit of souls It's like a dead bird The victim of a hit and run