Show me the dirt pile 
And I will pray that the soul can take 
Three stowaways 
Vanish with no guile 
And I will not pay 
But the soul can wait 
The soul can wait 

It's still pretty 
What with all these weeks 
We’ll be fine 
We’ll be fine 

But if it’s still pretty 
What with all these weeks 
Will we find love 
And supervise 

Show me the dirt pile 
And I will pray that the soul can take 
Three stowaways 
And you vanish with no guile 
And I will not pay 
But the soul can wait 
I felt you so much today 

Oh no, you try 
You fly straight into my heart 
You fly straight into my heart 
Girl, I know you try 
You fly straight into my heart 
You fly straight into my heart 
But [bad word] the fall... 

So much for me believing that sorrow 
So much for dreams we see but never care (not prepared?) to know 
Your heart makes me feel 
Your heart makes me moan 
For always and ever, I'll never let go 
Always concealed 
Safe and inside, alive! 

Show me the dirt pile 
And I will pray that the soul can take 
Three stowaways 
In a passion it broke 
I pull the black from the grey 
But the soul can wait 
I felt you so much today...