If the soul fears the blood in your heart,
then they're the same things we dreamt all along,
you had the fortune to carry us home with all speed and conscience. Does it matter to you that they're blowing away, does it matter to you. In your own shoes you walk like the answer,
and I follow you like a child, and the soul dreams,
but I guess that's how love works when your heart's still broken. Does it matter to you that they're blowing away, does it matter to you.