Pure Exchange

If I were a soul I would steal yours
Without a body it would be easier
If I were a soul I would steal yours
Without money it would be a pure exchange
No passion, no fear, no question
No suspicions, no jealousy
No words of stones
No rotten secrets, no broken thoughts
No strange messages, no contracts
No empty promises
If I were a soul I would build a home
On a big white cloud
Where silence is our neighbor
Where the gods are our children
Where time is locked in a gold cage
Where there is no need
No question, no suspicions, no jealousy
No words of stones, no rotten secrets
No broken thoughts, no strange messages
No contracts, no empty promises
No passion, no fear
Without a body it would be easier
If I had a soul but I do not
If I had money
I would buy some
If I were a soul I would steal yours
Without money it would be a pure exchange