One-Stop, Folk acoustic, Slow tempo, emotional, personal, sad, reflective, introspective, lonely, dreamy, light, minimal, Male vocals, electric guitar, bass, drums, electric piano, Riclands, Virginia, United States
Woman be so kind to me
As to see my body
This ol world how it surrounds
Me inside this temple
My muscles cannot hold you up
Anymore theyre giving in
Mind lost to my enmity
Spirit to my body
Should I find the dignity
Well, Id wrap up round your bones
So when trouble comes aharrying
Least well be huddled in
Spirit lead my soul to thee
Cant you see my body?
To be present, unseen
Say, how do you mean?
My knuckles white as lilies from
My hold youre slipping still