Löwenweise

I am soul, I am change, I am You can't seem to find your garden When days are dull you feel sullen You don't seem to grasp this buzzing in your ear These days all end in the gutter You're hauling In glaring neon lights you go out And you stumble down the sidewalk With a broken smile I am soul, I am force And I am all fragile components You don't cut like me You're hauling