Wake For Young Souls, Third Eye Blind [rendition]

today I found my soul i felt it die inside of me so I turn to you life is like that, you know i have your face in a photo in high school when you were alive but that's all I have and I can't remember who I was myself then and it doesn't help still I look to you as a friend to tell me who we are now, who we are who we are now, who we are where does time go now on a wake for young souls you tell me who we are now, who we are it's who we are now, who we are where does time go now on a wake for young souls like a lullaby we sing well the wind that blows it's blowing colder and the child that grows she's growing older and the friends we know they'll turn a shoulder the friends we know they're growing colder so who we are now, who we are who we are now, who we are where does time go now on a wake for young souls you tell me, who we are now, who we are who we are now, who we are whoa whoa now on a wake for young souls where's my soul? where's my soul? where's my soul? where's my soul? where's my soul? where's my soul? cycle of the moon brings blood to the woman in the blood of the woman brings birth of a child child grow up keep forgetting something birth of a child comes someplace while you even grey days beat the shade to wean unbodied unsouled unheard unseen let the gift be grown in the time to call our own let the gift be sewn before the window's closing truth is natural like a wind that blows follow the direction no matter where it goes so it shall be the earth and the sea let the truth blow like a hurricane through me if i've been cold, if i've spoken in anger to have been bold forgive me you know i don't see your mother not like before though she hasn't forgotten she doesn't like to be reminded anymore annie got married it didn't come without tears like the day you died I have laughter for these years so it's who we are now, who we are it's who we are now, who we are where does time go now on a wake for young souls now it's who we are now, who we are it's who we are now, who we are whoa whoa on a wake for young souls all the things we know are going to fall away from me like a grain of sand slips through a good friend's hand