Žodžiai dainai: Iron And Wine. Mr. Soul.

Well hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught that my head in the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin'
I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on

I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her
But any girl in the world could have easily known me better
She said, ?You're strange, but don't change,? and I let her

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

So in a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster
Stick around while the clown who is sick does a trick of disaster
For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster
Is it strange I should change, I don't know, why don't you ask her

Is it strange I should change, I don't know