Soul's Tongue - Greg Sage

Footprints painted as the thruth walks on Ya know, if the streets could only talk

since we’ve walked them all before

In the shadows of life gone by If you could only open up show me your secrets

As your tombstone eye’s

Appear thru the night

The door’s wide open

You can come on in Don’t really care, where you’ve been

The sky’s wide open

and the heavens pourin’down

Speak to me With your souls tounge.