Duke Special Some Things Make Your Soul Feel Clean
I got soul by the Connswater river
Punched a hole in the guilty sky
Lost control by the Connswater river
Pretty graveyard eyes
I was lost like a stone in the water
I was lost but I was scared to go
And for a beat I am gripped by a vision
Allow myself to hope
Some things make your soul feel clean
I'm a fool and I'm filled up with sadness
Fallen through like a paper town
I'm as cruel as this connswater winter
So lay this villain down
Some things make your soul feel clean
Down deep I know
Down deep I know
