Your Soul Has Lots Of Light In It

 

Your Soul Has Lots Of Light In It

 This is the next song in the possession album. The me-character talks to the fire god and tells him she anticipates she won't shine so brightly as a soul when he goes back to the sun. That whatever makes her a bright shiny being is just reflected light from him, like the moon reflects the light of the sun. He sez, no, that ain't the case, that the me-character's soul has plenty of light in it. I'll make the lyrics that the me-character sings red, and the ones that the fire god sings and raps orange, so you can tell 'em apart, cuz it's a duet and all that.

The lyrics are:

I know that the time is a-comin' when you'll go back up to the sun, friend
And I'll miss you, oh, holy-moly; and I can't control these tears rollin'
Down my cheeks and oh, God, I['ll miss you, holy shit, I wish I could kiss you
And I'm scared of what I will be like, when you go back up to the sunlight

And I know my light will not shine as bright as it did when you were with me
And I know my light will get dim; I'm feeling so grim, as you plainly see

I wish I could go up there with you, but I know what Grandma says is true
I have to stay here with the humans, and it is what I have to do, friend

And I know my light will not shine as bright as it did when you were with me
And I know my light will get dim; I'm feeling so grim, as you plainly see

I'll tell you it, I'll yellow it; I can't to better; I can't do better
I'll tell you it, I'll bellow it; I can't do better; I can't do better

Your soul has lots of light in it your soul has lots of light in it;
Your soul has lots of light in it your soul has lots of light in it

You have light that shines bright inside you
And it is bright, with flames, yellow and blue
And don't forget the red and the violet
And the green, and I sure do like it
And the orange, with light from the heavens
And burgundy, the light won't be lessened
When I got back up to the heavens and

On the day you die, I'll see you, my best friend

When you go up to the sun, will you sing a song for me? You don't have to
Of course I will sing you a good one; and I'll broadcast it from that old sun

And he says my light will still shine, and I will be fine, when he goes away
And I know in Heaven above, he'll sing lots of love; I wish he could stay