“Soul Meets Body” by Death Cab for Cutie

“‘Cause in my head there’s a Greyhound station where I send my thoughts to far off destinations. So they may have a chance of finding a place where they’re far more suited than here.”

And I cannot guess what we’ll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near

Where soul meets the body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets


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