Tv On The Radio

Soul, cast me out
So I can feel it in another way
I won't talk about
Whoa, passenger's hide
If I can feed it for another day
It might run me dry
I know the seasons evolve to a freeze
Putting hearts in the balance here
It's up to your knees
And it's shifting degrees
And it's choking your atmosphere
Soul, wind me out
So I can feel it in another way