Spirit Cold (feat. Upper Structure)

How do I wake my spirit cold?
We always say when our history's told
If only we knew the things we know
There's a question ages old

Let me down easy, let me down slow
If all good things ever come and go
Let me back down in a place I know
Hold the nail for the hammer's stroke

This my trash, this my toil
This my blood, this my bone

How do I learn my dreams to mold?
To lay them bare in the morning cold
If they're still out there and the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you know

Let me down easy, let me down slow
If all good things ever come and go
Let me back down in a place I know
Hold the nail for the hammer's stroke

This my weapon, this my long
This my blood, this my bone

How do I wake my spirit cold?
Most people die but others just go
She's still out there and the chasm grows
Steady on her feet in the morning glow

This my trash, this my toil
This my mountain, this is my home

How do I wake my spirit cold?
There's a question ages old