No matter where you stand 
This principle is [bad word] 
No matter what the cost 
It [bad word] back to you 
When you've played your hand 
And you've had your turn 
All the matches gone 
There's nothing left to burn 

Where is your soul now 
Where is your soul now 
Where'd you see it last 
Can you get it back 

Where do you go 
What do you say 
When you're cornered good 
And [bad word] away 
When all that gold  [bad word] a pile of trash 
And in your dirty hands 
Love turns to ash 

Where is your soul now 
Where is your soul now 
Where'd you see it last 
Can you get it back 

Does it make you angry 
Does it bring you down 
Do you ever remember 
Well then turnaround 

Speak up…speak to me 
Hold on… hold on to me 
Or walk away and... Leave me alone 

You felt pristine 
Standing over there 
Teeth wet and white 
Ready to tear 
Oh I'd bleed for you 
Like I did before 
But dramatic gestures 
Never open doors 
We never leave the room 
We're always standing there 
Naked and [bad word] 
Hands in the air 

Where is our soul now 
Where is our soul now 
Where'd we see it last 
Can we get it back 
Where is our soul now 
Where is our soul now 
Where'd we see it last 
Can we get it back 

Then turnaround, turnaround 
Turnaround, turnaround