Vitamin String Quartet - Soul Meets Body Lyrics
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Soul Meets Body
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What Are The Lyrics For Soul Meets Body By Vitamin String Quartet?
I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me and Bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing And feel Feel what it's like to be new '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 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 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'll hold you near 'Cause you're the only song I want to hear A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere Where soul meets body Where soul meets body Where soul meets body 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'll hold you near 'Cause you're the only song I want to hear A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere |
Who Wrote Soul Meets Body By Vitamin String Quartet?
Benjamin Gibbard
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What's The Duration Of The Soul Meets Body By Vitamin String Quartet?The duration of Soul Meets Body is 3:27 minutes and seconds. |
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