The Dirty Details

how to seperate spirit from soul?
you try to control what can’t be held
(open your eyes, open your mind)
you wait for me to fall
and i wait for you to love
standards dont do me justice
standards dont do justice
they dont fit me anymore
where the poor buy their bread
are flickering lights and misery
we’ve all got a long history of failure
i’m still pushing on
i’m not giving up
there’s more to come
and i go through the eye of a needle