John West Soul to Soul

When does life become death, and death become life? 
It’s a fine line – one I can’t see even if I squint my eyes 

If the soul can rise up and live again 
Why is it I just don’t remember? 

Feels like I’ve been here before 
Looked in the window, but never opened the door 
All of my visions have gone black 
Now I’m trying to find my way back 

To another life 
In a time when the mysteries were told 
To another life 
In a world full of shadows, behold 
I’m moving soul to soul 
Soul to soul 

When does art imitate life, and life become art? 
It’s a hard line and crossing over is my only desire 

If I have walked this Earth before 
Why is it I just can’t remember 

Feels like I’ve been here before 
Peered in the window, but never opened the door 
All of my visions fade black 
Now I’m trying to find my way back 

To another life 
In a time when the mysteries were told 
To another life 
In a world full of shadows, behold 
I’m moving soul to soul 
Soul to soul 

And now it fels like I’ve been here before 
Looked in the window, but never opened the door 
All of my visions have gone black 
Now I’m trying to find my way back 

To another life 
In a time when the mysteries were told 
To another life 
In a world full of shadows, behold 
I’m moving soul to soul 
Soul to soul