Mr. Soul Lyrics

Icicle Works Mr. Soul

Well a load is a soul
That I took mine to pick up a reason
For the thought that I could
That my head is a better season
Lying clouds just a trace of my face
It could seem so pleasing
I'll come back to the change
But a stranger is pointing at treason

I was down on a frow when a message
Of support arrived in a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan
Who said I upset her
Any girl in the world
Could've easily known me better
She said you're strange but don't change
And I met her

In a while will a smile on my face
Turned too plaster
Stick around while I clown over sick
Does the trick a disaster
While the race in my head
And my face is moving faster
Is it strange I should change
I don't know why don't you ask her