Soil - Something Real This broken day will come and go Broken and battered with nothing to show Could this be the better part of my life Something to hold on to white knuckle tight I wait for something You gave me nothing I wait for something real Something real In the air I hear the sound of your voice Too many questions with no clear choice On my mind are the clouds in your sky Will they rain down on you the day that I shine I'd get down on my knees With open wrists begging please Oh won't you be my angel of sweet nothing All that was said about the feelings I've bled I want to disappear My peddled flower my finest hour I've Grown so tired of living this life