Show me the dirt pile

And I will pray that the soul can take

Three stowaways

Vanish with no guile

And I will not pay

But the soul can wait

The soul can wait

It's still pretty

What with all these weeks

We¢?Tll be fine

We¢?Tll be fine

But if it¢?Ts still pretty

What with all these weeks

Will we find love

And supervise

Show me the dirt pile

And I will pray that the soul can take

Three stowaways

And you vanish with no guile

And I will not pay

But the soul can wait

I felt you so much today

Oh no, you try

You fly straight into my heart

You fly straight into my heart

Girl, I know you try

You fly straight into my heart

You fly straight into my heart

But here comes the fall

So much for me believing that sorrow

So much for dreams we see but never care to know

Your heart makes me feel

Your heart makes me moan

For always and ever

I'll never let go

Always concealed

Safe and inside, alive

Show me the dirt pile

And I will pray that the soul can take

Three stowaways

In a passion it broke

I pull the black from the gray

But the soul can wait

I felt you so much today