Today I found my soul

I felt it die inside of me

I turn to you

Life is like dyno

I have your face in a photo in high school

And you were alive, that's all I have

And I can't remember who I was myself then

And it doesn't help

Still I look to you as a friend

To tell me

Who we are now, who we are

It's who we are now, who we are

Where does time go now on the wake for young souls

Another lullaby go sing oh ooh oh ooh oh ooh

Well the wind that blows

It's blowing colder

And the child that grows

She's growing older

And the friends we know

They are behind us

But the friends we know

They're growing colder so

It's who we are now, who we are

It's who we are now ,who we are

Where does time go now on a wake for young souls

You tell me, who we are now, who we are

It's who we are now, who we are

Oh no now where does time go on a wake for young souls

Na na na na na na...

Cycle of the moon brings blood to the woman

And blood of the woman brings birth of a child

The child grow up

Keep forgetting something

Birth of a child comes someplace while you

Living great days with the shade of the wind

Unbodied unsouled unheard unseen

On the day of the dead like a song in my head

Hear you speak to me in the shape of a dress say

Treat me natural like a wind that blows

Follow the direction no matter where it goes

So it shall be the earth and the sea

Let the truth blow like a hurricane through me

Oh ooh oh ooh oh ooh oooh...

If I've been cold, if I've spoken in anger

Two have been born

Forgive me

No I don't see your mother

Not like before

Though she hasn't forgotten

She doesn't like to be reminded anymore

Then he got married

It didn't come without tears

But the day you died I had laughter for these years

So it's who we are now, who we are

It's who we are now, who we are

Where does time go now on a wake for young souls now

It's who we are now, who we are

It's who we are now, who we are

Whoa no now on a wake for young souls

All the things we know

They're gonna fall away from me yeah

Like a grain of sand slips through a good friend's hand