There's every sign

That every mind must bear a little frustration

When souls collide

We're all bound to meet sometime 



If you were my only problem

Then I couldn't confuse you with the solution



So pretty

Soul pity



I think I better ease back

And let the demons slide

There's a season ahead

A celebration of life



There's a season ahead

Of celebration and rhyme



The seams are getting frayed

Feels like something's ready to break

The seams are getting frayed

Feels like something's ready to break



So pretty soul pity

So pretty soul pity



And that just a little light

And it's creeping in