Scott E Cooper Captive Of The Soul
There on the back seat sits some broken hearted
girlBreathing on the window her hair made up in curls
I could say I'm cold again or lie to try to be whole
Saviours kind of untidy these days I'm a captive of my
soul
There near the portside I still hear the ocean song
Tearing up the night fall as these strangers get along
I could say I hate it all but I can see the light
Maybe later I'll be better maybe I'll feel all right
There by the crates and shipments hiding in the dark
Two lovers exchange quiet words to try and light the
spark
I could say I left you fuller and nothing else compares
But I'm laughing in the mirror I guess I shouldn't stare
There back on the car seat sits nothing next to you
Your living life the way you wanted so do what it is you
do
