Spirit Cold

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 stroke
 Oh, this my trash, this my tome
 Oh, 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 then the chasm grows
 For all you know, for all you've known
 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 that nail for the hammer stroke
 Oh, this my weapon, this my loam
 Oh, 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 are the feet in the morning glow
 Oh, this my trash, this my tome
 Oh, this my weapon, this my loam
 Oh, this my mountain, this is my home
 How do I wake my spirit cold?
 There's a question ages old