Restless Souls

We roll with a golden drum And we know We can't get old Because we're dying every night In the pale moonlight And we stay high till the dawn And we load the bowl With a finger full of mix And a touch of soul Singing"I've been really trying To hold back these feelings" As we decide to lose control And a blanket lifts From your eyelids Made of restless souls We never knew before The chances that we stole Widow in white Take from these sheets To those distant heights I shake and glass is breaking Getting cold in the heat Bed of feathers by my side And my lady love Take from these streets To those heights above I know we'll never make it But we'll make it somewhere And now anywhere's enough And a blanket lifts From your eyelids Made of restless souls We never knew before The chances that we stole And a blanket lifts From your eyelids Made of restless souls We never knew before The chances that we stole.