"Face Against My Soul" lyrics

"Face Against My Soul"

How can I see tomorrow if you keep me in the dark?
And when will I see forever if you damn me from the start?
There must be a way to get through to your blackened heart

You build a wall inside a wall and there's no door

Lay your body by the water
Press your face against my soul
Wading through all your convictions
We can come in from the cold

Searchin' greener pastures and finding desert sands
Cycles on the treadmill turns up empty hands
Oh, do I have to blood let just to get another chance?

Inside of you there is a view that sees me there

Lay your body by the water
Press your face against my soul
Wading through all your convictions
We can come in from the cold

Lay your body by the water
Press your face against my soul
Wading through all your convictions
We can come in from the cold
Lay your body by the water
Press your face against my soul
Wading through all your convictions
We can come in from the cold

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ow
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh
Alone, oh
Hey


Writer(s): Scott L. Mulvehill, Rachel Bolan Southworth, David Michael Sabo, Robert Affuso, Sebastian Philip Bierk
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