Lletres: My Morning Jacket. It Still Moves. Steam Engine.

So, I do believe
None of this is physical, at least not to me
So, I do believe
That anywhere it goes, it's always with me

It's not the dream that makes you weak
It's not the night that makes you sleep
But it's a voice and it's a choice
To call you out or stay at home

So, I do believe
None of this is physical, least not to me
So, I do believe
That anywhere it goes, it's always with me

It's not the beast, it's not the sheets
So soft and warm all over me
But it's a touch you need so much
To move around on this green earth, ahh

Take your money and your drugs
Take your money and your drugs
To anyone who wondered
What old Jebus meant to me

Take him out to go diving
In Red Patoka sea
The brain melts in the twilight
With the boar and moving trees

Your skin looks good in moonlight
And goddamn those shaky knees
The fact that my heart's beating
Is all the proof you need

I believe
I believe
I believe
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